I’ve shared this photo on my blog before in a post about my mother, but for me, at least, it’s a rare glimpse of my brother’s kids and grandkids with him. I’m not sure how many photos may exist of any other gatherings, and I was never present for one, since everyone lives in different places.
My mother, Steven, Alex, Dave, and Aaron in front; Daniel and David in back.
Daniel’s youngest son Steven is the one who was born on September 11, 2001. Steven’s brother Dave spent that day with Mother while his parents were at the hospital. We talked hours on the phone in several different calls, grateful for the family we could celebrate in light of the national events that devastated us. My sister had two grandchildren born the same year–in August and December. Less profound but still something to celebrate: I helped give birth to the first Timothy James Beck novel that October. Such a surreal year.
Though David is not Alex’s father–Alex and Aaron have the same mother–he’s part of the family, just as Lisa is. Losing Aaron has made me feel those bonds more strongly than ever.
I really see a lot of resemblance between your mom and your brother in this picture.
A nice looking group!
I’ve been noticing that more, too, though people who knew my father see him in my brother. We’re all just a big mix of genes, aren’t we?