My father would have been ninety-nine years old today.
In September, he’ll have been gone for thirty-one years.
It’s easier to imagine him as the child in this picture
than to imagine him at ninety-nine.
Of two things, however, I’m certain:
If here were here today,
his blue eyes would still be twinkling,
and
he would still be making us laugh.
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When I was a child, my three cousins looked like my mother,
and my grandmother, and my aunts,
but I didn’t look like anyone.
I felt like an outsider and decided I’d been adopted,
although old photographs and witness testimony indicated otherwise.
It was years before I realized I looked like someone after all.
M. K. Waller 
I love old photos! and yes, I see the resemblance 🙂
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I might have seen the resemblance earlier if I hadn’t been so nearsighted. 🙂 Thanks for the comment.
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lovely post
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Thank you. And thank you for reading and tweeting. It’s taken me a couple of years, but I’ve finally figured out what the button with the little bird is for.
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That’s a sweet post, Kathy. It is such an odd feeling to see a parent as a child.
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It is. You see them from a different point of view.
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I’m trying to change my log in to Word Press here.
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Were you successful?
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Today my grandfather would have been 100. How amazing he was…and how lucky we were. 🙂
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Lucky is right. Some people should never have to leave us. 🙂
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So dear and sweet. The twinkle in his eyes warms my heart. Thank you for sharing.
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The twinkle was his hallmark. It always preceded a display of dry wit. Thanks for commenting.
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