Friday, July 19, 2013
Peace & Grands
I love unearthing these photos that I haven't seen for some time. This one is of my Aunt Winnie and Uncle Charlie with my children, ages 9 and 7, and their grandson at age 4. I love the way my son's arm is around his Uncle Charlie, who used to babysit for my children sometimes when they were small. He died five years ago. My kids used to love when he watched over them. A gentle sort who never tried too hard to win them over, they nevertheless knew he adored them. Around when this photo was taken, my uncle used to walk my son to the bus stop each morning to make sure he got on the right bus to school. My boy had only recently begun traveling alone on public transportation. My aunt and uncle look so robust in this picture. They were, I believe, 83 and 85. Aunt Winnie is thin as a wraith now. But that expression on her face, looking down at her peace-sign flashing grandbaby, was the same one that flickered there when her grandson, now 16, visited her when he was in town from Virginia two weeks ago. These people are my heart.