When I was a little girl, even though I was quite young….I still had a favorite day of the week. No doubt about it, that day was Sunday. Because that was the day that my brother and sisters came to visit. 6 days a week I lived as the only child in a 3 bedroom house, which suited me just fine – but Sunday was the glorious day that the carpet was vacuumed and everybody got dressed early and a special dinner was planned and I got to have 3 older siblings who doted on me as much as we doted on them that day. The way I remember it, all of our good times were centered around the dinner table with Dad. He always kept us fully engaged in laughter and we always looked forward to the next familiar joke he was going to use to make us laugh again. When I was a little girl, there was no day that could compare to Sunday.
When our dad passed away a couple of years back, I was convinced that he was the GLUE that kept our family together. Now that Dad was gone, who was going to make us laugh? It just wasn’t going to happen. But what I’m finding, is that after the time passes and we find that we’re ready to laugh again – it turns out we can laugh at each other! When my brother and I get together, we celebrate the parts of ourselves that are just like DAD. And if there’s one thing that we inherited from him, it’s the ability to laugh at ourselves! That’s what this picture sequence is about to me … my Dad liked to dance and be goofy – so here we are, doin’ it BOB STYLE in the Zany Booth. Love you Big Bro!
~J
