…… I started this morning on FB apologizing in advance for being rude for the next few weeks and this is why: major renovation!
You know what this means? This means that it is really happening and there is no way back, this means discomfort, arguing and occasional b/o ( not from me silly – I leave with boys)
But at the end of all this madness I will be rewarded with a brand new walk- in closet and a bathroom and what girl wouldn’t sacrifice few weeks for perfect, neat shelves of shoes, shoes and more shoes.
I am writing a post about my father-in-law and I am having the hardest time, not because I have nothing to say, but because no matter what I say about him it will never be enough words to describe his life or my feelings .
He was 13 years old when the World War II started. His family did not have a chance to evacuate and for 3 agonizing years he and his mom lived in Balta Getto where his older brother got killed by a Nazi officer, right before their eyes. After the war was over, they found his body ( they recognized it by the undershirt ) in a pile of thousands of bodies and buried him… .The stories he told us deserve a separate post. They are heartbreaking in every way. ….but
His life was beautiful again when he met his lovely wife (the…
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