Woolley Family

I have just been tagged by Konnie. The rules: 1. Go to the section of your computer where you store all of your photos. 2. Select the 6th folder. 3. Select the 6th photo from that folder. 4. Post and explain about that picture. 5. Tag 6 other people. Here is my photo: This was in 1999 in April. Forgive me for my memory but I THINK we were all down in Sydney to see Narelle's brother Reeve get married. I must have put those photos elsewhere because they are not in this folder. The people you can barely see are Narelle, Lauren, Jordan, Me and Dallas. We had a great time looking around Sydney together and to this day I still remember Alana eating her icecream. Aren't they cute?! Here's one to embarrass Jordan: Dallas had a great time playing with the kids back at the rooms: Not sure what's going on here! Narelle's uncle Nev is the one on the right. He needed a lift back to Brisbane, so he drove back with Dallas and I. I remember he made for some entertaining conversatio

Some of our adventures in February.... For one Family Home Evening we went for a walk about the streets of the complex. It is gated and we feel very safe. Dallas takes the kids out for walks on the golf course to collect stray balls. I don't think he'll need to buy golf balls again for a while! One night when they got back Dallas made fruit smoothies for everyone. I lost track of what went into them and the kids had great fun throwing fruit in. Megan, Dallas and Reid Make Smoothies One of our favourite pastimes at the new house is riding bikes. The streets are flat and we are in a cul-de-sac, so they can ride just around the bottom of our street. Megan has had her training wheels removed, which she was not very impressed with at first but is doing a great job now, considering she has hardly ridden at all before now. Reid had one of those little Fisher Price toddler bikes and after watching his little legs pedalling so fast just to keep up, we got him a new "big boy" b

This Sunday is two years since my brother Levi died of a brain tumor. I thought by now, after two years, I would have some measure of understanding of what happened to him or at least be at peace with it, but both elude me. I think I have progressed at least. For a long time all I wanted was for him to visit me somehow and tell me that he is OK. I guess I know he is OK now and I don't obsess about wanting to see him again anymore. I no longer cry every day and for the most part life is back to normal. But there are still times when it hurts so much that I can't hardly breathe. I have tried to figure out what it is that I am feeling, and sometimes I think it is anger. I watched the life being sucked out of my baby brother. I watched him wither away until his body just couldn't take it anymore. I drove his children to watch him be lowered into his grave and listened to Kya ask why Daddy had to go live in heaven, and I had no answer for her. I try to remember him as he was but