Jaime is a labor and delivery nurse by profession, but her heart belongs to her two-year son and her husband. Her orderly home is a haven of love and life, with family pictures, toys, and evidence of her artistic nature adorning the walls, shelves, and tables. I was blessed to spend a few hours with her and her family.
No theme …… No real reason for this post, except nostalgia.
It was 1962. My sister Rose was a baby. Rose is not the youngest in our clan; in fact, two boys and a girl follow her.
Notice that my sister Phyllis & I are wearing identical blouses, which means that my mother probably made them. (I’m the one with the dark permed hair in the back.) By the way, I’m the oldest of the clan.
Check out the buzz cuts on my brothers; Mother took the electric clippers to them regularly.
I am in Indiana. My father’s journey is about to end. His wife, his ten children, many of his grandchildren, and numerous friends have gathered to say goodbye.
He is truly the kindest, most generous, most Godly man I know.