These are mine. It was an honor because I actually knew them. They came from Oklahoma during the dust bowl; they came to California in hopes of a better life. They had a sense of adventure, they took chances and they made it. The little guy in front is my grandpa, the one who gave me my first camera, he was way ahead of his time, he worked for Rockwell for as long as I can remember until he later retired and he passed away just before I got married. I knew my great grandma until I was 20 years old then she died. My great grandfather died when I was just 11 but I remember him well, he would walk me to the market in his cool fedora and slacks, back in the day they dressed very classy. They had a simple life, they worked hard and they loved hard. They did well; I know they would be proud. I had posted this long ago but you all know my story, I’m stuck with oldies until I put some work into the old computer.
While meditating this weekend I thought of them, they made me feel secure, she held my hand as I went to sleep, it was a safe place. Grandparents leave such a big impression. tears quietly rolled.