Toooze-day

This is an example of what my family might order at the local coffee house:

Faith: Double Mocha Chocolate Chip Frappuchino with Extra Whipped Cream
Ava: Cafe Latte (with breast milk of course)
Jef: Irish Coffee minus the coffee, double the whiskey
Me: Quadruple Espresso with heavy foam and a side of zoloft

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To catch everyone up, today is the memorial for Ronny. I still haven't written the eulogy- that's what I am warming up my brain for now. I wrote 2 paragraphs the other day, but I tossed it. Of all times for that perfectionist in me to rear her ugly head, why now?! I know everything I want to say, but the words just aren't going down on paper for me.

I've been thinking a lot about my own mortality lately. I've decided this: I want to be cremated and then have my kids go on wild adventures to sprinkle bits and pieces of ashes everywhere. I can imagine the will reading now:

"Faith, you are to go to Machu Picchu, find a pack llama named Flaca, lead the llama to the far west corner and sprinkle your mother's ashes as the wind blows at 2.6 mph...

"Ava, your penance for saying dada, hey, bye, and a few other words before saying mama is to take these ashes to the Pacific Northwest, find a Sasquatch, and...."