These pictures are hanging in the hallway of my grandparents (Ma and Da) house. They’re pictures of my mom.
For those who don’t know my mother passed away on October 25th, 2009.
I’ve spoken before about My Mom, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever talked about these photos.
So I’m going to talk a little about them.
During the final days of my mom’s life, we all felt pain, she more so than us. We were all crying, and didn’t know why this had to happen. I still don’t.
My grandparents, my uncle and aunt didn’t know what to do. But they wanted to keep her memory alive, and they did just a little thing by looking at old pictures of her. And then they came up with this idea of putting all the pictures together. They started with one poster of various photos, than went to two, and gradually a third one. There is also a fourth one as well, that’s hanging at my Uncle’s house.
At the service we had for my mother, they brought these and showcased them.
They would also be brought to Wellsville, as we had another service in honor of my mother and my great grandmother, Mimi, who would pass away six months after my mother’s death.
They would eventually be brought back to my grandparents house and hung in their hallway.
Years would pass and eventually another death would hit our family. It was my grandfather. Who’s death occurred in December of 2012.
I’m not sure if it was that Christmas, or even a little after that I noticed something.
They were my grandfather’s finger prints. They were on the plastic covering over the pictures of my mom.
My grandmother would tell me that each and every day my grandfather would walk down this hallway and give my mom’s pictures a kiss.
He missed her so much. We all do.
It got me to thinking, that because of my family, that because of my grandfather, my grandmother, my great grandmother, my mom and my dad. Because of all of that, if it wasn’t for those finger prints, I wouldn’t be here.
Tragedy may have taken all that away. But those finger prints are what have made me the man I am today.