Me, my mom and my dad at my in-laws’ dinner table having coffee and Greek pastries. My in-laws are Greek and they make the best pastries.
I am a tad scruffy because I am taking a med that is really wreaking havoc with my skin. Trust me, I used to look like Brad Pitt. But now I look more like a rabid and foamy pit bull….with bad skin.
One of my favorite things to do when I am looking at pictures is to remove the subjects from the foreground and to focus on everything else. Check out the background at my Mother-In-Law’s house. Clearly, you can see that they have a shrine to my children; their only grandchildren. You can also see that awesome 1980’s photo of my sister-in-law behind my mom’s head! I am ecstatic that my mom doesn’t have my high school photo on her wall!
I have never really paid attention to that painting in the background before despite having seen it a million times. This bit of Americana is an atypical site in this sternly Greek household.
My mom and dad came over my in-laws’ house for coffee on Thanksgiving. Otherwise, they spent their holiday alone, by their choice. We are entering a period of quiet reflection at the Leone Estates; a sort of introspection as the reality of my father’s illness sets in.
What I am afraid of though is that we will try “force” the moments. This picture of me and my dad, is one of the only ones we have ever taken together. This is not because we are not close or have a strained relationship. It is more because we have never been an overly affection family.