I had a great idea and priceless fodder for today's blog post! I even hinted about how amazing it was going to be in a series of emails to my family on Wednesday. I had received something awesome in the mail from Mom, and I was psyched to build a post around it. I scanned documents, cropped and color corrected individual elements, and uploaded all of the photos to a draft which I entitled "September 6, 1972."
Later that day I was emailing with Ellie to wonder if we should remind Beth that she'd missed her turn that day when a thought occurred to me:
Sigh. Here is Ellie's righteous post about the glorious thing that mom had mailed to her favorite daughter and granddaughter. Here is the glorious thing:
There was a second, stealthy glorious thing in the envelope from mom! It was a newsletter from the hospital where my dad was born, where he worked all his life, and where he died.
and there we were
me and my dad
|Me and my dad, September of 1970|
I really can't stop staring at the photo. It is the very best thing ever, isn't it?
I know, I thought so too. Until the next day, when Ellie posted the photo below with the caption: "I guess it's genetic"
|Clara and her Jidoo, summer of 2002|