A photo of Allie at 6 1/2
And one of me when I was seven
A photo of my father
I was dusting my bookshelves and came across a box of family photos. Fitting since it is Memorial Day weekend. I saw my father and his parents, all dead now. It made me sad to remember all the others we have lost. They were vibrant and alive once. What were their thoughts? Some told me their stories, some died without me knowing them, like my father. I like to think they are listening to and watching mine.
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