The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Saturday, March 19, 2016


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. 


gretchenjoanna said...

Memory eternal! to your grandparents, and to your father. I was given a lot of photos of my father after he died, pictures of him as a young and unmarried man who in those scenes seemed so strange to me! But I treasure them. Also one of my only maternal uncle, whom I never knew.

The older we get, the more people we have lost, so we have a deeper well from which to draw that sadness. But we pray that all will be made right, when that which we hope for comes to pass, and God will gather everything and everyone together. Come, Lord Jesus!

DeAnn said...

The pictures were passed over the table to me one at a time. I saw the one of Daddy upside down for before I flipped it. In that few seconds I instantly knew it was him. His features are quite distinct and the genes seem to be dominate. Daddy was an identical twin. You can see that he favored his dad. As the picture slide towards me, tears burned in my eyes (as they do now remembering and typing this) as thoughts of my brothers, my dad and my uncles - all gone now - swamped me.

I had prepared myself for seeing a picture of Daddy's mother. The image's resemblance to my youngest daughter came as a surprise. Kinda neat.

I just didn't realize it would be an emotional experience for me.

She also gave me Granddaddy's tie pin saying it was intended for Tommy and she hoped I would give it to his son. The well is so very deep -