I’m taking a quick detour from Mom’s photo album to honor my sister’s birthday. Clara would have turned 83 years old today. Here is the family groundhog when she turned five, sitting in front of her parents’ home at 406 North Geary Street in Albany:
It looks like she would have seen her shadow that day, for sure. I wonder whether they had six more weeks of winter?
Clara left us December 8, 2015. It was much too soon for my tastes—and I know I am far from alone in that sentiment.
Without our groundhog to tell us spring is coming—whether now or in six weeks—there is sense in which it just remains winter. Miss you, Sis.
I miss her too!
Thanks for posting this today, Uncle Lloyd. Too soon for my tastes, too. Love to all!
Thanks for posting this Uncle Lloyd. We miss her every day. She sure was a cute kid! 🙂
So well said, Lloyd. There is definitely a hole in the family without her here.
What a extraordinary post, Lloyd! You expressed our love for Clara and the huge hole that she left in our hearts perfectly!
Thank you so much. That picture says it all!
All so very true! I also miss her every day, especially when I want to talk about a memory, and she is not there to back me up or correct me, or add more details.