Kintsukuroi
11 years ago my life was very different. I guess most people change a lot over more than a decade, but today is a day of reflection for me and it’s when these glaring changes are blinking in my brain like a huge neon sign. 11 years ago, I had 3 beautiful children, one of whom was a new born and two in nursery school. I had a wonderful husband who was so busy building his businesses, which meant frequent trips to trade shows and conferences. I had 4 parents (biological and in-law) who helped and supported us as our young family grew and developed. We still had 3 amazing grandparents that fed us with good food and great stories and showered us with unconditional love. We had aunts and uncles and cousins who were all together for events and holidays. We were newish to the neighbourhood and had not yet built the many wonderful relationships we have now, but we had a great circle of friends who are family by choice. And then the unthinkable happened. My dad died. October 1