In the spring of 1984, Dad took our family of four to London for a weeklong vacation. Those were the best breakfasts – broiled tomatoes, toast, bacon, and eggs. We stayed at Bed and Breakfasts where we had to share a bathroom with other families on our same floor. These are the family photos that make me want to push a button and make it real again – – to be able to sit and chat with Mom. Time stands still for no one, though, and now it’s just my brother and I who are here to have those talks.
And I am so blessed that we frequently do.
At the Eaton House B&B Tricube
one snapshot
frozen time
breakfasting
three of us
Mom, Ken, me
in London
buttered toast
orange juice
hot coffee
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