Wes mourns the passing of too many, in such a short amount of time.
For Bowie, Rickman & Frey.
He bought me flowers, and we commenced taking pictures of them. Maybe the long Winter has us starved for color. I’m just happy to have a picture* of something other than Wes.
*Sometimes I’ll use InstaGram pictures. I’ll notate it in my Categories but 9 times out of 10, I’ll have posted it there before here. Exciting intel. That’s my forté.
My Mom’s parents, and the only grandparents I knew. Today would have been Mom’s 85th birthday but they’re with her. That’s a comforting thought.
My grandfather was a handsome guy, no? And Grandma was so petite. This is one of the few pix of her without her cats-eye glasses.