50/365. Looking back (6/123)
My mothers dad died when I was in my early 20s. We didn't see much of him when we were growing up for family reasons. He moved closer to us in his late life, just as I was becoming a rebellious teenager who was more interested in her own friends. He was a very handsome man with a wicked sense of humour. I wish I had been able to know him when I was an adult.
My family found this photo in an old pile of my mothers possessions after she died and gave it to me. I cried.
For WAH who are visiting 'those were the days'.
and for 6/123. A picture is worth a thousand words
50/365. Looking back (6/123)
My mothers dad died when I was in my early 20s. We didn't see much of him when we were growing up for family reasons. He moved closer to us in his late life, just as I was becoming a rebellious teenager who was more interested in her own friends. He was a very handsome man with a wicked sense of humour. I wish I had been able to know him when I was an adult.
My family found this photo in an old pile of my mothers possessions after she died and gave it to me. I cried.
For WAH who are visiting 'those were the days'.
and for 6/123. A picture is worth a thousand words