Say it loud, Say it clear
Sometimes my childhood lies behind me like a blur of personal frustration, confusion, and struggle, but there are occasions when I'm reminded of how there was a time I wasn't aware I was any different.
I was recently home, helping my mother prepare a slideshow of her father. She had her crate of photographs out, which was a mixed up in a random assortment of basically everything.
For whatever reason, I opened the crate and found this picture. I had no recollection at first of when it was taken, but I'm sure I was about four at the time. What I mistakened for a christmas dinner was actually a dinner celebrating my father's birthday, shortly after his knee-surgery. I'm not sure what it was that touched me about this photo- perhaps it is just the four of us together, celebrating a private family moment. A bottle of Kahlua on the table, as well as a bottle of champagne, and everybody toasting good health.
Sometimes I forget how happy I was as a small child. Sometimes I forget how many group photos there are of my family (and how I have very few of them). And sometimes I forget how so simple an image can so accurately sum up my family.
The song my mum wanted to use for her slideshow was "The Living Years" by Mike and the Mechanics, but for some reason I feel in my heart that it describes my family.
I was recently home, helping my mother prepare a slideshow of her father. She had her crate of photographs out, which was a mixed up in a random assortment of basically everything.
For whatever reason, I opened the crate and found this picture. I had no recollection at first of when it was taken, but I'm sure I was about four at the time. What I mistakened for a christmas dinner was actually a dinner celebrating my father's birthday, shortly after his knee-surgery. I'm not sure what it was that touched me about this photo- perhaps it is just the four of us together, celebrating a private family moment. A bottle of Kahlua on the table, as well as a bottle of champagne, and everybody toasting good health.
Sometimes I forget how happy I was as a small child. Sometimes I forget how many group photos there are of my family (and how I have very few of them). And sometimes I forget how so simple an image can so accurately sum up my family.
The song my mum wanted to use for her slideshow was "The Living Years" by Mike and the Mechanics, but for some reason I feel in my heart that it describes my family.
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