Three Years an Orphan

That’s right.  I’ve been an orphan for three years now.  But don’t feel sorry for me.  I had parents for quite a while.  They died three years ago after 64 years of marriage.  I got to spend 56 of those years with them.  That’s a lot of time to have both of your parents.  And I had the best!

I think of my parents often, especially when the anniversary of their deaths come around.  My mom was Betty Lou Bucklin Landry.  She was born May 20, 1933, and she died January 19, 2017.  My dad was Robert Joseph “Bob” Landry, Jr.  He was born January 31, 1929, and he died January 24, 2017. 

I can’t pass up a Throwback Thursday without having an acknowledgment of the anniversary of their deaths.  So when I was trying to decide what to post, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for.  So I looked through my old photos and this one stood out for some reason.

I started cleaning it up because it had a bit of scratches and dust on it.  As I was doing that, it struck me how calming the photo is (at least to me).  Daddy looks like he is just playing a little pool leisurely in the den while Mamma looks on casually.  It’s not a spectacular day.  Nothing of great importance happened that I can recall.  Nothing tragic happened either.  It was just a day in their life together.

That’s what I really miss about them being gone.  Going for a visit for no reason in particular.  Talking about things of no consequence.  Just spending a little time with them.

That’s what I really miss.