It was a year ago today that my dad died. He was the last of a quartet of wonderful, loud, opinionated, funny parents/in-laws. We lost my mother in 1996, Venita’s dad in 1997, her mother in 2000, and my dad in 2001. I miss each of them every day.
Here they all are at various stages of life:
My mother, Lottie, as a little girl
Venita’s father at graduation
Venita’s mother at graduation
My dad doing the thing he liked almost as much as playing baseball (maybe more)–fooling around with a reel-to-reel tape recorder in the kitchen