Last week, not only did the stars literally align (OK they were planets, but that doesn't sound as good), something else happened that's been 25 years in the making: my husband, his father and his son were all together.
The last time D's father saw his grandson he was under 2 years old, he's 26 now. I won't post their picture because I want to respect their privacy, but believe me when I tell you they all look remarkably alike. It must be strange and wonderful to be able to see what you are going to look like at 50 and at 90 just by glancing across the dinner table. Even though D's father is energetic and is still driving and travelling, his is 88, so it was important that we make this meeting happen and that it be documented in pictures. Of course, me being me, I got a little emotional about the gravity of the moment, but nobody else seemed to be affected by it. D's son seemed a little nervous, but you can't fault him for that, I certainly would be!
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Three generations sitting at one table...that is quite an accomplishment.
ReplyDeleteAlso glad to hear you're feeling better. Thanks for letting me know. I have been worried about you.
Sounds like a reason to get a little vaclempt. I know I would have. My father, brother and nephew are all variations on the same theme and brings me to tears when I see the family resemblance -- like it did this weekend and will again on Xmas.
ReplyDeleteBut this comment is actually meant to be about you. Wishing you a peaceful and happy holiday season. all the best, PJ