April 21st is a bittersweet day for me. For most of my life it meant celebrating my Grandma's birthday: Grandma Washburn, my maternal grandmother. She died in 2003, one week before her 85th birthday. Fourteen years gone; I hate that she never got to meet any of Daryl's and my children. Today would have been her 99th birthday.
In the late 1970s-early 1980s, Grandma worked as a secretary for Goodyear on 22nd Street in Tampa. Her boss the store manager was a young man named Rob Keller. She introduced him to my mom and I. After he and mom got married, Dad always called my Grandma Washburn his "Mom #2".
Six years ago today, my dad died on Grandma's birthday. Here's a handful of pictures I found today in a box I brought from my parents' house in Seffner. Good memories. I miss you Dad.
|1982 - This is actually the first day/week that Disney's Epcot was open. I got to talk to the robot!|
|Father of the Bride dance - 1999|