This is us. Way back when. A family on vacation.
Margaret, standing beside dad is the oldest. Barbara the 'baby' stands in front of her and that's me, second born, in the middle with Catherine, number 3, in front of mom.
Some days you just have to give in to the memories.
Mom died in 1985, dad in 1989.
So many things I should have asked. So many things I should have said.
I'm a little sad. I miss them.
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Love the photo.
I still find myself thinking of things to share with my mother and father who have been dead for more than ten years. Those we love live on in us, not just in the genes. It's as though an invisible thread links the generations. Little expressions and ways of doing things may seem strange to those outside the family, but for us they just are. Words and phrases we use can go back in families for many years. I always 'lift up the dinner' so does my sister, so do my daughters, nobody else I know seems to say this. Perhaps some long dead great-great-grandmother was inspired to 'lift up' her meal when it was ready for the table. Hmmm? I seem to have been side-tracked.
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