Just an Ordinary Day

I am home now, and I am exhausted.

Sad, yet happy.

Drained, yet renewed, somehow.

In the midst of the visitation/funeral sadness, my sister pointed out that Grandpa Bob looks like me, and vice-versa, in this photograph. When we were toddlers, of course.



Robert Norman Cresswell

“It’s your eyes,” Debra said, pointing.

And Cousin Karen agreed.

Speaking of my cuz: She introduced us to the newest members of our family.



Her Name Is Lola (L-O-L-A, Lola)



Lucy (in the Sky with Diamonds)