Mother died in 2007, and Dad in 2009. They had been married for 61 years at the time of her death.
Shortly after Dad died, my young brother Rob, who is 21 years my junior, was driving me somewhere, and I was reminiscing. Our brother Clint is only 22 months younger than I am, so we share most of the same memories and a lot of the same ideas.
"You know, Rob," I said, "Clint and I were just saying the other day: we had the world's best dad."
Rob, almost a generation younger and raised pretty much as an only child, said, "You're right, we did."
This morning, before I checked in with the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, I was looking at one of my recent posts and noticed, at the bottom, under "You might also like" a photo of Mom on one of those little beep-beep granny scooters, so I clicked on it. I was still thinking about Mom when I realized today is Open Link Monday on Real Toads. What should I write about? How about the ancestors — I haven't said much about them lately.
today, ever, always
whistling, laughing, smiling, helping,
always two together,
printer, writer, fishing, trav’ling,