Little Rock, 1978
You could say I was distracted today, hence going to the archives for this one. Uncle Tom passed away this morning after an eight-month fight against lung cancer. He was one cool dude and touched many lives around the world. He touched mine, too, and even now I'm still learning how to be a better person because of him.
Parking lot on Foushee and Franklin
Extra time before swim lessons equals calling my mom. It was a rainy day outside, which felt right, given the last month.
Grandma's house, Little Rock
In the span of one week in February all these munchkins will turn two. Sitting at my Grandma's house with my cousins, we caught a glimpse of what it must have been like for our parents. Because when we were little there were probably 15 kids within five years of each other. It was so fun to see all of my cousins' kids running around, playing with each other, and doing the same things we did as kids. I swear, the toys in the toy drawer are thirty years old and the swinging bar is definitely held by more than one screw.
Holy Souls Church, Little Rock
To the left of the tree my aunt and uncle are laid to rest and to the right, my grandpa. This wall is becoming a pretty powerful place.
Same day, later on
My Parent's House, Little Rock
So my uncle was once the house player at a casino in Katmandu. He taught me most of what I know about poker. Starting when I was old enough to sit still through one hand, I watched and he gave me commentary about what was going on. We had our "First Annual Tom Kelly Memorial Poker Tournament" and I think I made him proud.
Beck Compound, Little Rock
All the cousins got together to watch football. We just can't get enough of each other when we are all in town. This is the peaceful view from the kitchen windows.
Little Rock Airport
Saying good-bye is always hard, no matter what level you are doing it on.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.
I can't help but be thankful for the love that I feel every day from family and friends.