Dear Gus & Baby #2,
I forgot to take a picture today, so here’s one from six years ago. I’m fairly certain this was Mom’s first trip to Floyd to meet Mum. We’d been dating about two and a half months. Aunt Nancy’s holding a picture of Mum taken when she was 17 years old.
This makes me nostalgic. I miss Mum. I miss sitting there at her table like this. Looking at the picture brings a flood of sensory details the photo can’t capture: Mum’s voice, the sound of the table creaking, the sound of ice in those glasses, the sound of someone in the garage, someone in the living room, or the absence of those sounds.
Dad.
Floyd, Arkansas. 2.8.2015. - 1.23pm.















