This week I found some of my old favorite pictures that were taken in the film-era and started digitizing them. Not surprisingly, it brought back plenty of memories for me, and, as it turned out, for my oldest son who saw this one on Facebook.
That's his grandfather, who died in 2009. Don was one of my son's biggest champs, particularly at a time when, kids being what they are and all, it was tough to find people to stand in your corner.
"This photo is my second or 3rd favorite with Papa, but only because he will always have that arm on my shoulder in support and unconditional pride," my son wrote on Facebook.
Then he wrote me a note about a slideshow tribute I created for him when his grandfather died.
"You told me the point of said death slideshow was to watch it until one day I smile instead of cry," he recalled. "When is that day?"
I don't know, I said, I'm not quite there yet myself.
It was 12 years ago on Monday that my own father died and when I was looking for pictures to digitize, I came across this one.
When I saw it, I burst out laughing. Because that was my father.
When is that day coming for you, son? Someday.
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