My father passed away today. It’s just over a year since my mother’s passing. It is the end of an era for the Rohde family in New Zealand.
They were the first, arriving in 1948. Their legacy is an extended family of three generations, and what must be close to 100 individuals.
May my father rest in peace, and the turmoil of living with Alzheimer’s be forgotton in whatever death brings him.
Carlo Sigvald Rohde 1917 – 2005
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Ahhh… post-midnight – and I can relax. I should be in bed, but knowing I will be woken in 90-120 minutes with a crying baby makes it seem a little pointless.
Gas, with it’s associated accomplices Fart and Vomit have ensured this. I never knew. Purhaps this was missed from the guidebook? I am sure I never saw how bad, disruptive or weird it all seems. Milk goes in there. Pooh comes out there. Why make it complex? This gas thing, it confuses what is essentially a simple process of supply and demand.
Anyway – it seems I have developed a knack of burping baby.
Now – where did I leave baby?
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