This is my favorite picture of the grandkids on Billy Bob’s side of the family. B only had one brother – D. B & D each had two children. Us first, Pony Boy was born in 1988, then bingo banjo … October 1997, December 1997 and April of 1999. H, Lulu and G.
Sh!t! had not hit the fan yet when this picture was taken. Well, some maybe but not the full motherload. Timestamp 3/23/05 … five months before H’s diagnosis of cancer, a year and four months before D’s death, a year and seven months before our unfortunate event aka addict steals truck, drives into house and proceeds to destroy everything in his wake.
Here is a glimpse of the best of times. Even my stoic Pony Boy, the oldest grandchild with flowing locks in his Kiss T-shirt was happy on this day. You may not be able to tell easily since he refuses to smile in any and all pictures. Still because he loves us will at least agree to take them. If you’re lucky you may even catch his grin. Same grin as his Uncle D. A smirk really.
Pony quit cutting his hair after mom died as an homage to his Gran. She loved his curls and frequently told him how I forced him to get hair cuts. How she would have let his hair grow. I am not sure she knew what century we were living in. Pony finally donated his mane to Locks of Love for a better cause when H was suffering through chemo and getting a wig of her own.
This post is brought to you by if only … If only I knew then what I know now. If only I had enjoyed those days more. If only, I had lived life in the moment. If only, you now the drill.
I leave you now with the musical stylings of one Bob Marley. Three Little Birds.
As Always, More To Come.