I think Tiki's best friend in the orphanage was Joseph. Tiki mentioned Joseph several days ago in passing and we all kind of let it go, but on Thursday he chatted about Joseph the whole car ride from camp to our house. He says that Joseph was his best friend in Africa and that he was nine. That is pretty much all we got as far as details, but Tiki's face totally lit up when he was talking about him. Hopefully someday we can get a picture of Joseph. . .I would like to have one just for Tiki's file. I have so little (okay, nothing) about his childhood before becoming a Braner and I would love to at least have a picture of his best friend.
The grief of a stepmom. This post has had so many titles: The Invisible Grief of a Stepmom, The Silent Grief of a Stepmom, The Lonely Grief of a Stepmom. . . the grief of a stepmom is like no other grief because it feels so homeless. My stepson died a few weeks ago. Marc and I have only been married eight months and Mackay, my stepson, lived in NYC and we rarely got to see him (he didn't get to come to the wedding or Cabo and didn't stay with us when he came to town), so I didn't have much of a relationship with him. So there is a weird layer of loosing someone I hardly knew and I feel like that is the layer that makes the most sense to everyone. While the family was mourning, I was the one organizing all of the meals coming in from our wonderful friends and neighbors, I was cleaning up one meal and setting up for the next. I was keeping the house in order and making sure Marc was able to surround himself with the friends and family he needed to make it through the
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