Dad’s Song

My father could not hold a note. When at school he was the only kid who was excused from singing lessons. Over the years he did learn to hold a tune relatively well.  And certainly well enough for little kids to be lulled to sleep as he rocked us and sang his favourite RUSSIAN song. … More Dad’s Song

Saying Goodbye

Goodbyes are never easy. Especially when it is the final one. We returned home last night from an eight day trip to Victoria. It was a final goodbye to a gentle man. A man we have known for most of our lives. The week was filled with tears, love and laughter. As we laid him … More Saying Goodbye

He’s 24

Tonight we had a family dinner with our youngest son, Christopher, for his birthday. He is 24. In celebration of the journey we have had together as a family since he joined us 22 years ago, I thought I’d indulge and revisit this story. Let me take you on a trip to the Philippines… We … More He’s 24

Echoes of Raili

I’m navel gazing this week. This post is all about me, me, me –  Raili. ‘Cos I celebrated my birthday last week. Top row L – R: me with Dad on my wedding day;  My brother Erkki, me, my sister Ritva after Dad’s funeral Middle row:  Me having a bubble bath; Mum and my siblings. … More Echoes of Raili

Roo poo

He was one of a kind. We met him at a business dinner neither of us was too keen to go to. But it was in the early days of  the YTBTRH (Yet To Become The Retired Husband) setting up his business. He needed the contacts.  As it so happened this guy was one of … More Roo poo