Hi people! Guess who’s back, back again?! After a two weeks of silence I am back! Not sure for how long….but that’s ok, right?! hahaha I had an interesting couple of weeks, one bad, and the other one really good…livin’ that old yin-yang life. Two weeks ago, Paco (my dog), caught the worst stomach flu ever….seriously, he has been sick before, but never like this…he threw up more than ten times before I took him to the vet. I have never seen him so weak and quiet, and for a hyper energetic dog, that was really scary. He didn’t eat for almost three whole days, he got shots, antibiotics, pills…but thank God, after five days he was his old jumpy, leash pulling little monster again! hahaha He got sick on his birthday, gosh what a present…so I wasn’t able to celebrate the proper way…I always like to take a picture of him on his birthday with those number balloons, almost what people do today to say how months old are their baby…hahaha It’s a nice way to remember him as the years pass by. I took the picture this year after his actual birthday, when he was already feeling well, and I loved the result! The balloon was way much cooler than last year’s, but since he only turned two, I can still get better and better at this! hahaha
Happy September, you guys!!
Sorry for the long silent treatment around here….I know, I know…almost died without me….hahahha of course not!
Nothing special going around here lately, just living the common house wife life, except with one more addition to it!
I decided to properly introduce Paco (Paquito is little Paco in Portuguese ❤ ) on the blog! If you follow me on Instagram (@brunaiglezias), you know that it has been just a little more than one month that Paco is in our lives!
Today I’m not going to post about my five favourites of this week, because something much more important is in my mind. Today was supposed to be my dad’s 65th birthday, and I bet that my mom would cook a great dinner if they were still here. When my father passed away, I was 14 years old and it was just 5 years after my mother’s death. It was sudden, nobody in my family was expecting that to happen…a heart attack during his sleep. I also like to think that it was peaceful, of all the things that could happen, at least this type is quick. I would also like to say that he didn’t suffer, but I would not be telling the truth. He broke his heart before when the great love of his life, his rock, his everything passed away. When she died, I was 9 years old, and I can remember that when I received the news, I changed a little bit…I became more introspective. I can’t imagine what my father went through, because he lost three important things at once: his job as a teacher and researcher at a big university in Brazil (which he dedicated his whole life to), his mother (two months earlier), then the mother of his children. How are you supposed to continue your life, with two girls to raise (my sister was 17 at the time) after you lost some of the most important things in your life?
These are probably my favourite photos of my mother (her name was Vera), they were taken before I was born. Today was supposed to be her 64th birthday. It has been 16 years, she passed away when I was 9, luckily I had the chance to spend those years with her. She was a librarian, but preferred to stay at home to take care of me and my sister, whose 8 years older than me.