A little color

I guess it's about time to post again. The last ten days have been a blur. It's strange how after you spend so much time and energy taking care of someone and that person is gone, you are not quite sure what to do with yourself. George and I have both felt this lately. But somehow, you go on and do the mundane tasks that are necessary.

One of the things I noticed on all our visits to the hospital was how dark and gloomy everything seemed. There was very little color. That always bothered me. So whenever I brought Sophia, I made sure to dress her in bright, bold colors. It seemed to add a little light to a very dismal place. The day before Tony died, I brought the kids to see him. Something that I am very glad I did. Here are the pictures I took on that day.