I was reflecting on last year and remembered that in mid-October, about a month before my dad died, he and my mom and I attended a fundraiser. When we'd arrived, they'd taken our picture and I never saw it. Since I keep in touch with people that worked at the fundraiser on Facebook, I thought what would the harm be in asking if they could locate those pictures. Let me just say, when that email came through I audibly gasped and my eyes welled with tears. In my mind, misted with nostalgia, these pictures would really be something beautiful. The last known pictures I had taken before I'd lost the most important person in my life. Sometimes, though, reality sets in and damn if it isn't hilarious.
This one is my favorite
5 month old fetus-Christa's in there!
Why are we all so shocked and suspicious?
What on God's green earth!?
I shared these with a friend and the following exchange happened and I laughed and laughed:
me: That one at the table is too funny dude
why are we terrified?
him: why are you in an invisible wheelchair?
him: your dad has a power beard. very archaeologist
me: He's fucking indiana jones up in this bitch
with his man satchel
him: he's solving history crimes
me: Davinci Code'in it up!
him: he has a real opinion about babylonian culture
me: LOLyou're killing me
him: your dad has a room in his house where all the shit hanging on the walls comes with it's own 20 minute story
me: oh jumanji
i'm glad you're bored. i got to reap that fantasticness out of you
I can only imagine how amused my dad would be about all this. I guess that's the point of it all right?
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Life just isn't pretty sometimes. The least we can do is laugh.