Every time Omi comes for a visit we usually take a few trips down memory lane.
It’s been three years since my grandfather Opi passed away and she recently confessed to me that the more time passes the more difficult it is for her to accept that he is gone. After all they were married for 66 years. They were always arguing and Opi was constantly teasing her but after so many years they were still holding hands while walking on the street and if that is not love in old age, I don’t know what is.
Last Sunday while I visited her for the last time with the kids (she flew home this morning) my mom gathered a few family albums from when we were still kids.
My father, a passionate hobby photographer, took beautiful pictures while we were growing up. Here are a few:
Until next time