Missing my Daddy...

This morning Josiah was asking me what things I remember. I told him I remember when he was a baby playing with Poa-Poa (my mom). He said he remembers playing with Gung-Gung (my dad). I highly doubt he remembers playing with my dad, though. He was only 14-months-old when my dad died.

J: I wish I could see Gung-Gung.

M: Me, too.

J: Can he call from heaven?

M: No, he can't... (tears streaming down immediately)

J: Where did he die?
M: At his house.

J: How?

M: He was sleeping and stopped breathing.

J: Why did he die?
M: He was sick and had cancer.

J: What's cancer?
M: A sickness that kills your body.

J: I've never had cancer because I didn't die. Does everyone with cancer die?
M: No, not everyone...

My dad would have enjoyed his grandchildren so much! How I wish he could play with them now...

Happy new year!

Happy new year, everyone! Praise God for precious family and friends.

Last night we hung out with the Shears, but didn't take any pictures. Today we had lunch with Jer's side of the family and then spent the rest of the afternoon with my old roomies and their clans.

Here is everyone minus the Morishitas. My, how we've grown! It started out with just 5 young women roommates at UCLA.