Leaving on a Jet Plane...

It's a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon.  A few hours ago my brother came on down with his crew and my mom.  Everyone is pretty excited.  My mom was all decked out in a nice suit looking ensemble with open toe shoes.  Everyone else was pretty much in shorts; I bet my mom was just thrilled.  Oh well..  What can you do? 

When I was growing up, my parents would take us overseas every 2 to 4 years.  Those summers were the happiest and most memorable.  We kids always seemed to complain that we never went to Disneyland, and my dad would always complain about the cost, and the amount of shoes my mom would pack, but those summer vacations with all the siblings were ones that are irreplaceable.  I'm so happy that my brother is going to be able to experience it all over again with his kids.  They are going to treasure this time for years to come.  Thank you Daddy!  I know we can't see you, but I know you will be in that plane tonight. 

Below is a picture take at the Denver airport...years ago.  1981 to be exact.  It was the year of the airline strike during the Reagan Administration.  Remember it?  Well, our cross country drive we were going to take to the east coast did not work as planned.  The little Honda Civic my dad drove broke down in Nevada, in a little town called Lovelock--not a place to have a car to break down-believe me.  Anyway, my parents had to scramble for airline tickets, and our trip was a series of stops and plane changes.    All the bags around my parents (the lovely couple sitting in the orange chairs) belonged to us.  Those were all the carryons.  The black plastic trash can has a T.V. in it.  Behind the picture I write about the picture.  When I was younger I always wrote what each picture was about--I guess a picture is worth a thousand words, and I always think a thousand words is just not enough. 

It

reads:  "Father and Mother and many other people at the Denver Airport posing with their designer luggage, while big "Tex" scratches his butt as he reads the paper." 

 

Happy Father's Day!!! 

I hope all of you are enjoying your day celebrating your Dad.  Since my dad has already passed, all I have are memories of past Father's Days with him.  I remember the last Father's Day I shopped for him.  I went a little overboard, and bought him some outfits he could wear while he took his morning walks.  I would always see him walking on the street each morning on my way to his house.  It was one of his simple pleasures; walking around the neighborhood, and his cancer wasn't going to stop him each morning.  In the back of mind I had a feeling it might be the last time I would have to shop for a Father's Day present; but I was wrong.  I have a husband now to shop for; and like my dad, he is such a good man, and father to his kids and step-kids; we have been blessed.