What a week it has been. Seeing and holding my newborn granddaughter and watching my one and only girl holding her has been a breathtaking highlight. Hearing that Merle Haggard had passed this week as well has provided quite the counterpoint. Maybe it's because my daddy is gone and he and I both loved Merle Haggard and I realize my baby granddaughter will never get to know her Papa… I have to admit the loss of Merle has been hard. Legends have passed in the forms of my daddy and Merle. An era is fast disappearing. I guess staring mortality in the face does this to you. I miss my daddy. I'm so grateful for my baby girl's baby girl.
My second born grandson was so excited that she had dark hair like him. She resembles him the most of my grandchildren, a more petite version. My dad would have been so excited to know about her and meet her. I remember him talking about Maseo and Uriah. He said Maseo was the white boy, with his blue eyes and blond hair and Uriah was the Mexican, with his dark hair and brown eyes. He was fascinated by the combination. He was so surprised by Rhett, blond CURLY hair and brown eyes. This little brunette girl would have made him laugh. We don't yet know her eye color…
Thinking about you this week, Dad…
All Things Elda 