This past Thursday we drove to visit my dad's cousin and she gave me a stack of old pictures.
This picture of Daddy taken his senior year of High School - It is a small treasure. I see him when I look at this of course - I also see my brothers in Daddy's features ... and his grandchildren.
I knew she was going to give me a picture of Daddy's mother. She died at age forty-two ... several years before I was born. I hadn't seen a picture of her. Why my dad didn't have a picture of his mother is a mystery. He seemed to adore her - as did all of her children.
My dad passed in March of '80.
I need to write a bit about him for his grandchildren.
It's sad that none of them knew him. He was in his mid forties when he died.
I'm happy to get this picture, looking at it makes me sad too though.
This is my granddad.