Category: September 2012

Who is my family? I would have to say everyone.

Having answered that, seemingly, “out of the blue” question to myself, I have to smile.

I’m sure this guy is my brother and I don’t know his last name. I don’t have to.

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.