I was recently inducted as a new member of the Grandparents Club. Per the club handbook, within 24 hours, I’d changed my phone’s lockscreen to a picture of the baby. (I’m smitten.)
I think of her and Dad all the time. The best is when they're in my dreams.
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Eight years since my dad died. It’s so great when he’s in one of my dreams.
Early Maggie (and early kids):
Late Maggie:
My dad, cousin, and sister, circa 1990. (I’m guessing). I love this pic. Nice sweater(?), sis!
Today, this little girl would have been 100 years old.
My true love and our first-born (at Bemelmans Bar in the Carlyle, NYC – also precious in its own way!) š·
My mom died a year ago today, three months short of her 99th birthday. She was a time-traveler. Her death is still difficult to get my head around. She was a vibrant, fun, and intelligent woman, and I miss her a lot, even though she was in my life for a long time. Mom and Dad in their prime:
Firstborn.
Happy Anniversary to these two:
Miss them.
Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.
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23 Sept 2023.