May 22, 2019
I’ve been missing my Dad and seeing signs of him everywhere a lot lately, like this arty chair with abalone shells all on its back in a restaurant window on Folsom St in SF. (My Dad died diving for abalone, if you didn’t already know that, so abalone shells ring big ancestor bells for me.) We always were a little queenier and more dramatic than the usual “pennies from heaven” crowd, I suppose. 😂 Miss you, Popsie. ❤️ 🦀👨🏻💼#AbaloneIronThrone #ancestors #blessthedead #neveralone https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxx1E7lnD-V/?igshid=1t2x1wiz3qmqz