Here are a few pictures from our time together.
Papa's 'coffee ring' as my sister and I always called it. He's worn this for years and likes to tell the story behind it (a cousin made it for him out of petrified wood many, many years ago).
Papa's other fashion staples: a wooden cross necklace, oxygen tubing, and his favorite corduroy shirt.
Papa's home health nurse Deanna stopped in to check on him while we were there.
At one point during lunch, Papa mumbled "It's hell to get old". There's something about this picture...his expression as he looks out the window...that makes me see that.
There is so much that I like about this last picture. I'm an absolute sucker for hand shots, I love black/white photography, good contrast, and bokeh. We've got a little of all that here.
And to my Papa: You are truly one in a million. Thanks for a wonderful lunch date.
P.S. The fruit cake wasn't bad.