I finally chose a picture of them taken at Bass Pro just before last year's Christmas. They had dressed for the occasion and looked so cute.Before I w...as done, I also picked a photo of the entire family together. It was a picture that Krystal, our neighbor, had taken a few years ago. It was in black and white, but she had colorized our shirts since we had all worn red at the same time. A really good picture. This one was the last photo I had blown up. The collection would be very moving.Tuesday,. “When we went go-kart riding!” My daughter bent her knees slightly and pushed her butt out towards me a little further as if she were trying to hide her head in shame. I asked her to elaborate as I gave her another on her fat little dumpling of a butt.She told me a story about how, when she revved up the go-cart, the metal vibrated and got the motor racing under HER hood. She said she creamed her jeans, and that was why she kept asking to ride it again.I remembered that night. My husband had. En eso alcance a escuchar solo una pedazo de su conversación. -Entonces mañana después de comer les pedimos permiso a mis papás de ir a explorar y nos desviamos para allá-. Yo estaba super intrigada, quería saber a donde irían, me puse a imaginar que iban a buscar o que iban a ver, así que decidí ir aunque ellos no quisieran y sabia la mejor forma para hacerlo.Al día siguiente nos levantamos todos muy temprano a desayunar, me puse mi bikini rojo con blanco, trate de que mis pocos vellos en mi. He fought bravely too the end but his body weakened after many treatments was unable to sustain life itself. Tears run down my face and that of my daughters who, like me, did everything possible to make his last days memorable to him and to us. Riding home gave me time to reflect on how we came to this pivotal point in my family’s life. The ride seemed to take forever. The events of the last three years flashed through my mine.My family was like the majority of families in Abbotsville. We.