I first saw this photo years ago at my Aunt’s house. She is someone I saw only a few times in my life. But, I had an admiration for her, which has grown through the years. She passed away recently, the last of these family members to die. I had visited her because I wanted her to tell me about my father.
I never really knew him. My parents were not separated. They lived together until my father’s death at the age of 54.
I can’t remember ever having a conversation with him~because we never had one.
My Dad is the younger boy on the left.
This picture haunts me.
I want to tell their story. The best that I can anyway. I was raised on stories of my father’s life.
One day I will.