. . . are my grandmother, Tillie [ Miller ] Frank & Eric S. Richardson, the father of that baby my Bubbe is holding.
And Eric's birthday was on Saturday...Tillie's birthday was in June.
Before that baby was born, they had developed an affection for each other. . For years Tillie saved the pile of cards and letters he'd sent her.
Until this moment, I haven't pondered that their deaths were only months apart.
The baby is thriving and will clearly be taller than Eric, and it's better if I write very little about him.
Blogs did not exist in my teenage years.