SO, it's the usual routine, I get off the boat, head to the airport and spend a few hours unwinding before catching my flight home.
Today I"m hunkered down in a corner of an establishment inside George Bush Airport. Like any travelers today, I pull out my laptop, set up shot, order a glass of wine, avoid direct eye contact with the other patrons and check my email.
The no direct eye contact is I think a result of the computer age, but that's a subject for another time.
My inbox showed I had an email from my cousin. He sent me a video of the wedding of my Aunt Helen. Who is Aunt Helen, you may ask? Just an awesome lady is all. She passed recently, I spoke about her in a previous post here. http://mark-marksrantsandraves.blogspot.com/2013/01/last-spring-i-attended-family-st.html
Anyway, so I have this video to look at. Great. I mean really, how good can this thing be? She was deep into her 90's when she passed, got married at the age when many people first get married, so you do the math, this is an old video.
So, I had time to kill, let me open this thing.
Let me tell you, it was a crazy experience watching that. There they were, all of my Aunts and Uncles, some of whom looking like they appear in my memory bank, and there, is that my Dad? Holy moly, it is!
But one image really threw me. The youngest of my Aunts and Uncles, who are all gone now, was Aunt Franny. Aunt Franny died at a young age so the only memories I have of her is of a young woman. I remember her being as sweet as they come, even sweeter. The video closes with a candid shot of her in a car, running her hands through her hair, smiling, all candid. All like I remember her.
It was a moving experience watching this.
In closing let me say this, hats should come back in fashion. Hats for women, hats for men.
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