I love being in my 30’s - it’s the decade where I feel more centered ad at peace than any other time in my life. At the same time I hate the passage of time, because as I get older, those I love do as well. On Sunday I lost my 3rd granparent in the last 4 years.

Grandma Wexler was a unique woman. She was one of those people that took over the room when she walked in the door. She was a smart, strong, no-nonsense woman, whose quick tongue was powered by her love for her family. I will miss her huge hugs and her “Grandma Wexler Kisses”…and her Mundel Bread (best in the world!)

Here’s a photo from her visit when Luke was just a month old - she took a solo train ride up the east coast, stopping to visit friends all the way up.

And one from my brother, Stephen’s, wedding in April, with a large chunk of the Wexler clan: (from the left)…Uncle Kevin, Mom, Michael (brother), Stacie (cousin) John (her FI), Lisa (SIL) Aunt Cindy, Stephen (brother), Me, Grandma, and Uncle Mark.

photo courtesy of Steven Frischling