This is my Grandma Clayton, and my Dad reading a bedtime story. I LOVE this picture because I can see very clearly what she looked like. I love how relaxed my Dad looks in her arms, and can imagine what a good Mother she must of been. My Grandma died when my Dad was 13. She was almost 50 when she had my Dad. Doctors thought my Dad was a tumor at first. This must have been an enormous, overwhelming surprise. Can you imagine?!!! So as a result my Dad was like an only child receiving lots of one on one from Mom and Dad. My Grandpa did an excellent job at raising him and being there for him after Grandma Doris died. Can't wait to meet Grandma one day.
1 comment:
This is a great picture! Priceless.
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