Dad is in the middle, behind the first row of people, covering his face with his hand. I'm pretty sure he was playing peek-a-boo, which was maybe his favorite game, no matter how old the other person involved.
So today is tough in a few ways. April 23rd is my parents' wedding anniversary; they would have been married 26 years. And today also makes eight months since dad's been gone. (Even figuring out what euphemism to use is a painful exercise.)
It's nice to take a moment to remember.
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