Weekend Joy
My uncle came over on Saturday afternoon to check out my growing vinyl collection. We spent the afternoon sitting on the floor literally buried in music, chatting and trying to stump one another with music trivia. Looking through the albums triggered memories and stories that he shared with me. Many of them related to his time in Vietnam.
On Sunday, T and I found the perfect picture frame for the photograph of his mother, Joy. She passed away when he was very, very young. I fell in love with this photo the first time I caught a glimpse. It was taken on her wedding day and is absolutely beautiful. It now hangs on our living room wall next to the shelves and clocks. Seeing the expression on T’s face as he admired the now complete wall brought me equal amounts of happy and sad feelings. This is and will remain the only photo on that wall.
