We as a family, fractious as can be, are gearing up for a memorial/celebration for my mother who passed away last summer. As such dad has shared a pile of photographs spanning our existence as a family...
I'll be perfectly honest; I don't need this, don't know how I'm going to deal with it and don't think I have the emotional strength to pull it off but I haven't much choice.... So here we go.
Bear with me as some of this might spill out around here in an effort at catharsis.
This is us in KC ca 1975 or so. I was born there and to the best of my knowledge we never returned even for a visit after we moved away.