1 year

One year after death

I assumed I knew pain. That I had experienced heartache before, but I was wrong. As I held Bosco, the truest friend I had ever known, in my arms as he died, my soul bled in a way I had never come close to experiencing before.

I won’t go into a long story about his life here. Many of his accomplishments and adventures are chronicled alreaady in these pages. Although many of them are not. Some of them are mine to keep. Some of them are only worthy of telling around a crackling campfire, or three shots of whiskey deep.

Master Bennett

Over the last few years my husband has held down a (more than) full time job, served in two deployments AND worked his tail off to not only acquire both his Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees but to do it with high honors.

This past week Brian & I hopped an overnight plane bound for Boston, where we met up with his parents and brother. They had arrived a few hours before us and picked up a rental car. Once we were sufficiently sardined inside said vehicle we drove straight through to Burlington, VT – a city very reminiscent of Missoula with an east coast feel – where we spent three glorious days terrorizing locals and watching Brian get hooded for his Master’s degree and receive his diploma.

I’d like to call the following pictures The Many Faces of Brian…

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How many Bennett’s does it take to feed a parking meter

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Brian did not enjoy my comment…

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The hooding ceremony on Friday afternoon.

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Officially Master Bennett

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Damn boi, can I add you in LinkedIn?

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So happy to still be taking pictures.

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Proud Pappa

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Out of focus but the best picture of us all weekend. There’s a reason I prefer to be behind the camera and Brian hates having his picture taken. We clearly excel at modeling

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Yup, I was still taking photos of him.

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Complimentary cupcakes and sangria at the Masters ceremony after party. Hands down the best damn cupcakes I’ve ever eaten.

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Brian finally agreed to let me post him for a ‘real picture’

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Pappa Bennett enjoying the bay

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Typical Bennett family photo. It’s like wrangling kittens into a wet cardboard box. At least I know Brian gets his photogenic qualities honestly.

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Family photo. Next year I’m getting them all sunglasses for Christmas.

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My brother-in-law is the cat whisperer.

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Brian getting his diploma at the main ceremony Saturday afternoon.

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By now you should really see why I’ve dedicated these pictures to The Many Faces of Brian

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I see you!

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I’m expecting the middle finger again soon…

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I am ridiculously freaking proud of this guy right here!

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I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not easy to be in a relationship with. I hold myself and those near and dear to me to a higher standard than most. I’m wildly independent with an unpredictable streak of neediness. Patience is certainly not a strong suit of mine and you can forget about trying to reason with me when I’m tired. Yet this man has woken up every morning for the last 1,096 days and said yes to me and this great adventure we’ve started together. Thank you for continuing to choose me. xoxo.

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
(It was only a kiss)

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A Very Bennett Christmas

Perhaps I’m one of the lucky ones, but I absolutely adore my in-laws. I haven’t met a single person in Brian’s family – immediate or extended – that I haven’t liked. In fact, I rather enjoy their company and wish we all lived closer. When Brian’s parents called to say that they’d be coming to Alaska for Christmas I was ecstatic. Then we found out his younger brother Jesse would be joining them and it meant the whole Bennett family would be together under a single roof for the holidays for the first time in years. The pressure was on to create a perfect meld of Groff / Bennett holiday traditions, but I couldn’t see a better group to test them out on.

At exactly noon on Friday Brian & I pulled up to the curb at Ted Stevens International Airport with Kratos in tow.  It was a short wait for baggage claim to deliver their checked bags and we were on our way home. Brian’s mom had visited our cozy little two bedroom home right before Brian’s deployment to Korea but we hadn’t seen his dad or brother since moving to Alaska back in 2014. We dropped off everyone’s suitcases, gave a quick tour of our home and headed back out the door so everyone could finish up a few last minute Christmas errands.

We spent a better part of Christmas eve at the house watching football and catching up. Other than my daily outing with Kratos and a trip to the store to find the last minute request for eggnog that took me 4 stores and 2-ish hours to find, I didn’t stray far from the comforts of my couch and visiting family. As evening approached I buzzed about the kitchen preparing a traditional seafood smorgasbord. Parmesan crusted halibut, BBQ shrimp with a light lemon aioli, and king crab with a garlic lemon butter dipping sauce topped off the menu. Several friends and neighbors joined in on the feast and the full house transported me back to the Christmas eve’s of my childhood where dozens of friends and family would filter through our door for my parent’s annual seafood bonanza. The hour was late when our last guest strolled out the door. Soon after everyone was in their beds snoring. I snuck out of my room to retrieve on last hidden gift from it’s hiding spot and added it to the stacks of gifts that had accumulated under the tree during the month of December.verybennettchristmas-1verybennettchristmas-4

I was the last to rise on Christmas morning. The house was dark and chilly per usual in December and I had no desire to leave the warmth of my down comforter just yet. I was finally coaxed out of my warm cocoon with a mug of hot tea and the promise of gifts. Not long after there was a flurry of boxes and wrapping paper only Bucket could truly appreciate. One large neatly wrapped package remained  near the tree at the end of all the calamity. It was an electric ice auger that I’d somehow managed to pull off as a surprise gift for Brian. I’m really proud of myself for that one because surprising my husband is no easy task. Before long he and his dad had donned a few more layers and were out the door for a day of fishing. I pushed back plans for dinner so the boys could utilize as much usable daylight as possible but headed for the kitchen to get all my prep work done anyways. That night, once again accompanied by friends, we feasted on pot roast, mashed potatoes, corn, {Aunt Joy’s special] rolls, and my paternal grandmother’s recipe of Yorkshire pudding – another family tradition of mine.verybennettchristmas-2verybennettchristmas-23verybennettchristmas-12verybennettchristmas-11

On Monday we finally made it out on the ice as a family. Since our ice hut is only made to fit two comfortably we rotated between holes we drilled at various spots in the ice of Matanuska Lake. Fishing was so-so but we managed to spend most of the day out on the ice anyways. We headed back to Anchorage for a hot meal out on the town and then home for some quality family time. I headed back to work on Tuesday morning, which left Brian playing tour guide by himself for a few hours before sending everyone back to the airport. Until next time family! Hopefully it’s during warmer weather next time we meet! xoxo.

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It’s Beginning to Look Like Christmas

I had the pleasure of photographing one of my favorite Alaskan families for their annual Christmas card today. While I want them to have the pleasure of sharing their photos themselves, I thought I’d share a little sneak peak into their session today. It should be noted that I am no professional photographer and simply do this for the fun of hanging out with my friends and gaining a little more experience behind the lens. Either way, I appreciate them for trusting me with their photos!2016-grado-family-christmas-22016-grado-family-christmas-8

Kratos the Giant

This summer has been an interesting one for sure. Without my constant shadow following me around I’ve been a bit lost and not my usual self. It was nearly two months ago – about a month after Bosco’s passing – that Brian came to the conclusion that ‘Holly’s aren’t meant to not have dogs in their lives.’ So the search began and a tiny little black Muppet looking puppy melted our hearts…
img_6317On my way to the airport to pick up a special package, I stopped by the airport Travel Bug Hotel to drop off Bosco’s collar, which is now a trackable and movable game piece for geocaching. I made sure to get there early so I could take my time to process what I was about to do. I sat alone in the small patch of woods with tears flowing out my eyes as I dropped my long time companions collar into the green ammo can. No attempt was made to stop the salty stream that was flowing down my cheeks. When my nerves had finally calmed I closed the lid and returned to the Jeep. My next destination was drastically going to change our lives, but we were ready.
img_6329I arrived before the plane had even landed so I remained in the jeep and picked up a book I was reading. A while later the white shuttle van pulled up next to me and I jumped out to meet him. Inside the van in a tiny gray crate was the little Muppet from California.
img_6332After a quick potty break in some nearby grass, we headed for home to start to get to know each other.
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Time for a new adventure to start…

Roast Kitteh

What a night. I can look back on it now with a little bit of a chuckle, but a few hours ago there were tears in me eyes. I was frantically talking to Brian, who hadn’t yet made it home from work, trying to tell him the story of what just transpired in our kitchen. I needed him to stop at the store on his way home for some burn cream. It needed to me pet safe of course as it was for Bucket and not myself.

After returning home from work for the day I fell into my normal after work routine. Although there was plenty I had left to complete for the night it’s rare that I’m home before Brian so I thought I’d get dinner started early and have it waiting for him when he walked in the door. I pulled out my recipe for the night as well as the ingredients from the fridge. After peeling, chopping, and mincing I put my pot on the stove and turned on the gas. Only the igniter didn’t catch right away and a small build-up of natural gas was happening. Bucket strolled into the kitchen to investigate what I was doing and decided to jump on the counter next to the stove at the exact moment the spark ignited the gas. The delay was only a few moments, but it was enough to create a short lived flame about the size of a basketball.

Bucket was in just as much shock as I was. She was whining –  I was crying as I examined her over and found not only her whiskers had curled from the burn be that her chest hair was singed as well.
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It was then that I called Brian crying that I had nearly killed the cat. By the time he got arrived home it was as though nothing had even happened.
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She of course was fine, but I am probably scarred for life.
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