Sunday night after the funeral we gathered at my aunt’s house to eat and visit. It’s the first time that much of my family has been together since the mid-eighties so it was really special despite the circumstances. I snapped these photos of my grandparents from photos hanging on my aunt’s wall.
I never met my mom’s father. He died of a heart attack in 1965 when his youngest child, his only son, was just 5 years old. I love this photo of him. He looks like an old western movie star.