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 |
Glorious. I can't get enough of either photo. I mean, that's just exactly Dad, isn't it? Being fed by his wee one, then his new wee one? I die of love. It's just so perfect and wonderful and remarkable.
ReplyDeleteAnd the arms in that last shot? Dad's black hairiness ("Jiddo, why is your fur so black?") and your girl's rolls that I neeeeeeed to bite . . . may I repeat? I die of love.
Nice one, sistah. And sorry I stole your thundah in 2012, but am I not right? Man, that blog is good. Ha! Mostly because of our beloved family pooch:
Good ol' Yobo. Just look at her, yawning in the last photo. Unfazed by school bells ringing, or by superstardom.
This post makes me want to skip into the sunset. Instant Energy indeed.
Love so much.
xoxox
Ellie
love love love love love love love.
ReplyDeleteI love you Jacquie. What a treasure!
Jane
It's so great, isn't it? Our 15 minutes of fame! love it.... mom
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