Pictures Tuesday

This past Tuesday, Bethany's cousin Mary came over to take photos at my parents' house, specifically of my dad with the A-team. I had asked Dad soon after his diagnosis, partly because my grandfather Duttinger had passed when I was two and everyone always said how much he adored me, but I had no pictures of us. And partly, I think, to feel like I was doing something. It's obvious that both of their grandfathers are going to be a concept to my kids, rather than a concrete memory and that is one of the hardest things.

Mary has a son Noah, one week older than Adam. She brought him and Bethany was coming to pick him up and take him to the park. He was pretty into his mom...hanging onto her leg! Adam...never! He was curious and even tried to comfort Noah. He gets upset when I leave...he just doesn't act attached when I'm in sight :)

Mom had a hard time with the process...Dad was tired so we stuck to pictures with him sitting in the chair. Mom was kind of rude, but I understood...I told her she didn't have to do it...Dad told me she saw them as the coming of the end. I can't imagine how hard this must be for mom. Dad was talking with Mary before he went into the house and she told me how amazing he is. I know. Pam told me she was so impressed because the first time she met my Dad was when I was a senior in high school and he was in the hospital after his first congestive heart failure. She had her license and access to a car and we were out and about and I asked if we could stop at Oswego Hospital and see him. He was in his room (private as he was an employee at the time) and wearing a striped bathrobe. He immediately smiled; happy to see us and started talking to Pam. She said to me years later how he was the one in the hospital but was busy trying to make her comfortable. That's my Dad.

I think she got some nice pictures...I can't wait to see them!