I went home to Ohio this weekend to be with my daughter, Miss Megan, and granddaughter, Little Layla Marie. Little Layla was taken to the hospital, suffering from a seizure. Thankfully it appears as if it was a one time event. I witnessed my own miracle, the kind you hope for, pray for, beg for. As I have said before, I certainly do not want these two girls to suffer the heartache that the rest of my female relatives have.
Being with my mom, however, provided the perfect opportunity to reminisce. My mom pulled out boxes of old pictures. Some made me smile, some made me sad, but most made me a bit melancholy. I want to share some of my favorites with my readers. I hope that it will help to put a face with the descriptions I have given in earlier posts.
These are the members of my female perspective. In the back row is my mom, Kathy, holding me. In the front row from left to right are my great-great grandma, Millie, my Nanny, Dolly, and my great grandma, Louise
Above: Great-Great Grandma, Millie
Right: My Nanny, Dolly, just after she met her first husband, my grandpa, Pat
Kathy, my mom, at 21 years old
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