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Jun. 18th, 2005 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tvordljWe visited Dad today and my sister found this photo she dug out of an old album. It's the first time i've seen Dad actually laugh since he's been in the hospital. He's smiled, chuckled and snickered but this struck him funny. And so it should! This was taken of Dad and his twin brother around 1979 or 1980 judging from when we had that sofa in the old house. It'll be after 1977 because Dad had a heart attack in November and quit smoking. It doesn't look like there's a pack of cigs in his shirt pocket and i'm pretty sure we didn't get that sofa until the end of the 70's because i have p hotos of myself at 17 and 18 on the red high back one. Since most of you won't know him anyway i'll tell you, Dad is the one on the right of the photo.
The funniest thing about the picture is the expressions on their faces, so serious, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be sat there having a chat and posing for a photo.
Dad was a bit tired today but he's anxious to be coming home on Monday.
My best friend Josephine is leaving on Friday and she and i and our third partner in crime will get together one night this week for our *gulp* final in person good byes. She's still not really excited about going but she says it's because she's had so much to do and think about (packing, cancelling stuff, arranging stuff, making sure the son that has autism is handling it all ok) I don't know how i'm going to get through the evening. I can't even think of it now without the tears flowing. It's not how i want her to remember me and if one of us starts, we'll all be in puddles.
Anyway....
Father's Day tomorrow and we'll all go over to the hospital again and that will be the last time for me!
The funniest thing about the picture is the expressions on their faces, so serious, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be sat there having a chat and posing for a photo.
Dad was a bit tired today but he's anxious to be coming home on Monday.
My best friend Josephine is leaving on Friday and she and i and our third partner in crime will get together one night this week for our *gulp* final in person good byes. She's still not really excited about going but she says it's because she's had so much to do and think about (packing, cancelling stuff, arranging stuff, making sure the son that has autism is handling it all ok) I don't know how i'm going to get through the evening. I can't even think of it now without the tears flowing. It's not how i want her to remember me and if one of us starts, we'll all be in puddles.
Anyway....
Father's Day tomorrow and we'll all go over to the hospital again and that will be the last time for me!
