Seeing Sasha when saying goodbye to Bertha

On our way to Montreal we saw the lovely Krausz residence in Kingston and loved how many pictures of Sasha there were all over. Then in Montreal a white butterfly flew over Bertha's funeral, just as it had at Sasha's funeral. After the Rabbi spoke about Bertha and all the family who missed her, Uncle Lewis asked to say a few words and it was very special to hear him add Sasha's name. There is such a power in small moments and details.

Pictures on a fridge

Sash in downstairs den

Sasha by downstairs computer

Mural in the kitchen - three little birds

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