My Dad was a 35mm camera junky. Many years ago he started scanning them to get them digital. His attention to detail wasn’t fantastic, but at least we now have them accessible. During one of his house cleanouts all those cartridges of 100’s of slides got tossed out. Kinda sad actually. Scanning them made them redundant. Once or twice a year, he’d drag out the projector and we’d all sit around and relive all the places we had been. Simpler times for sure. One day I’ll do the same with all the prints in all the albums. It’s good to have memories.

The wheel chair photo was taken in March 2018. My father was in the hospital dealing with his newly diagnosed cancer. The photo of Mom and Dad was taken in March 2012 in California. We took a trip out to San Diego. Good Memories.

A long rambling post without much point other than to say what’s in my head. It’s the last day of the year and it seems appropriate. 2021 is a day closer. This shit being over is a day closer. If we don’t remember, we are doomed to repeat. On January 7th, I got my Passport for an expected trip to Australia. I was excited and both Mom and Dad were excited for me to go, but it took them prodding me for months before I said yes to the trip. Almost every phone call Mom would ask, When are you going? April! Ticket was purchased all things GO! I was…

One of my favorite Christmas memories is of the family tree. It was never anything polished or perfect with 100 generic bows, perfectly placed lights, and many same Christmas balls. It was unique. Each ornament had a story. A mismatched set of all the unfit Christmas ornaments gathered over the years. Hand made by little hands or carefully chosen because they were cute. Some indeed mass produced. Every year a few more added. Each kid had our favorites and we always got to hang them with care. We had three extra special ones. A big glass ball with each of our names in glitter. Paige, Pam, and Scott. Always the…