This week's picture is three and a half years old. It was taken the day my father met his first great grandchild, Amanda, who was 6-7 weeks old. My father had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and was sometimes not quite with it and did not understand what was going on and who the people around him were. Luckily he was not particularly confused this day and at this moment, and when he got to hold his great granddaughter you could see an understanding spark in his eyes. In the picture, his face reflects an awareness of the importance of the situation and I don't know who was the happiest and the proudest of us three; me, my son or my father.
This was Amanda's first visit to her father's family's hometown and it was my last visit to see my father, who passed away ten weeks later. You can see why I treasure this photograph.
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6 comments:
Hi brother, what a lovely picture of our father and his grand grand child.... Lovely! / Ninna
Ninna - Yes, I still think of our dad every day.
That's really so very sweet :)
What a lovely photo... as are all the ones on your blog :)
I really love the one of your mother and son in the garden. I'd have that one framed!
T1 - Thank you.
Diane - Pst, don't tell my mum, but she will have it on a desk calendar for Christmas!
Diane - Sorry, I forgot to say thank you; you flatter me. :-)
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