Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Almost a year ago my Papa passed away. His 95th (correct me if it was 94th, Mom) birthday was going to be this summer in July. When my Mom and Sean were cleaning out his house, the house she grew up in, they took some branches from a flowering tree in his backyard to transplant in our own backyard. On his birthday the first bloom opened. These are pictures from that day:
I miss him a lot, I miss all my grandparents that are no longer with us a lot, but I'll never forget how happy my Mom was to see this bloom. And I'll always remember the day he was fitted for his tux for my wedding. So handsome and never without the Yankees hat. Miss you, Papa.