The Pictures

As I looked at my father’s picture, the frame seemed small and unfit for such a great man. It was then that I decided to enlarge the picture and get a proper frame so that I could look at my father with an appropriate view. While making the necessary arrangements at Walgreens, it occurred to me that my mother would appreciate a larger print of the same picture. I adjusted the order while picking out frames. The photographer soon informed me that he printed three picture by mistake and would only charge me for two; the third one would be on him. A smile crossed my face because that was not a mistake. My father wanted me to give the third picture to my brother whom is still quite shaken by his departure although he does not say it aloud.
When I entered my door, I eagerly placed the new picture in its new frame on the appropriate altar. Daddy now sat next to his father in a lovely frame. The interesting part of this is that a few years ago, my mother enlisted my help with a little project that she wanted to work on for my father. She said that he spoke about his father every single day and the man had been dead for well over twenty years. It was a testament to the connection that Daddy always recognized. She said that he had a small picture of his father. She wanted to have it enlarged but was not sure how to go about doing it. I asked her to give me the picture so that I could take care of it for her. I had two copies of the picture enlarged. One was returned to my mother for my father to enjoy. The other went on my altar. My grandfather was in heaven long before I came into existence; however, I have known him my entire life. Both of them now pursue new things in the land of the ancestors as their pictures lay before me.