When my brother chose his wife, I knew how much he loved her.
We all did.
And we still do. Twenty years later.
Today is her birthday and I just have to say how very thankful I am for everything she has been in my life.
One of the toughest challenges we have faced is living our lives without the very person who brought us together.
I found a disposable camera when I cleaned out Daddy’s house.
I called Wal-Mart today to see if they were ready.
“Can you tell me something? I know this is unusual, but what is on those photos?”
I explained that I lost my Dad and I just wanted to be prepared for what I would find in the envelope.
She told me it was kids playing with rocks.
I had secretly hoped for one last glimpse of Johnny.
No such luck.
On the ride home, I shuffled the pictures and realized that what I was seeing was Daddy’s life after Johnny.
The grandbabies were throwing rocks.
He was throwing himself into them.
I think he was looking for one last glimpse himself.
When I think of it now- Everytime I see those boys, I have not only him. I now have Daddy.
Thank you Angelica for loving those precious boys. My brother. My Daddy. And me.
Happy birthday. I love you Always.