Dad and I rocking the Member’s Only jackets.
I’m thinking Mom caught me being sleepily transported from wherever I had fallen asleep to my bed. I still remember my dad’s jacket perfectly. He wore it all the time.
That’s me and my gradmother’s (my dad’s mom) amazing garden that has since been scaled down as it eventually became too much for her to manage on her own. I still remember how she grew the biggest roses, and all of her own herbs. There was also an apple tree in her backyard. That’s Danny, their endlessly patient golden, sunbathing next to me.
Another shot I had never seen, from a series of pictures of my dad and I playing in front of the house I grew up in.
I had never seen this picture of my sister and my grandfather (my mom’s dad) until just this past weekend. I love it, though, and it fits somehow. Theresa was always Grandpa’s girl. His face still lights up whenever she walks into the room.
This was after the second Shamu show of the day, and we had just been splashed by a whale’s tail in our new SW sweatshirts. That’s babycarrot sister on the left; I’m on the right.
Kissy kissy. This is also my all-time favorite picture of my grandma and grandpa. That’s my aunt Julie looking on.
