A few weeks ago, my family ended up gathered in my mother’s now sparse bedroom. She had boxes of trinkets, mementos, and photographs, so we all began the emotional visit to the land of nostalgia, almost 8 months after her passing.
Within my father’s wallet, which she obviously kept after his death in 1986, were three photos of the two of us, tucked inside. I had never before seen these pictures of my father and me and I’ll be 46 later this year.
Here are two of them.
The top one is my favorite and made me start to cry! Look at how happy I was and my dear daddy looking so handsome. How I loved him so and still do. The death of my mother last May has brought many old emotions to the top and I find myself missing the other people that I’ve lost even more so.
The idea that my dad had these pictures of the two of us with him in his wallet just amazes me. Maybe they were his favorite?
Whatever the reason they’ve been hidden away for so long, seeing them for the first time was like receiving a gift from heaven.
My daughter is going to get the top one enlarged for me because it makes me so happy.