This picture was taken so long ago. My father had cancer. But, at that time, he did not tell me. Not even through a long distance phone call. I finally knew, was told, in his last four years or so. I lived far away from him.
The joy and love between a grandchild and a grandparent–indescribable really. Just as much a pleasure to see and listen to their communication!
But this also made my day, that moment in time, that goes on living inside me. Because my dad is gone now, has been; and my baby girl was too young to remember the first time that her mommy’s “dadda” held her on his lap and adored her so much. He was her proud grandpa; still is her cowboy who wore the overalls.
The kids always loved those overalls to tug on when he held them.
I’m so glad for that day, for that moment.
My father’s joy
Every time a person steps out of the house to go run around–if not an essential worker en route to work–if not a medical person en route to go fight to save lives in a hospital–when and if not carefully going to get essentials/groceries, too many people get subjected to it.
Subjected to missing out on days and years that they could have/could have had with their grandbabies, grandkids; grandparents– not in every case of every person, but in too many elderly people who are likely to get infected with COVID-19.
[Current] 5,864 death toll of “coronavirus” for the US.
Extremely prone; people’s lives are affected.