This is a picture of my dad.
It was taken while he was at work, probably in the sixties. The way I got the photo is just nice.
I work in a doctors' office, and part of my job is to make sure we have up to date health insurance information for our patients. Right after my dad died in 2007, a man came to my window with his insurance card which said "DuPont" on it. "My dad worked at DuPont." I said with a smile. Our patient said, "Oh, what is his name?" When I told him, he said, "Oh, I worked with Ed." We had a pleasant conversation, and it was so nice to talk with someone who had known him professionally. The patient said, "I have some pictures at home. I'll bring them for you."
Well! A few weeks ago, two and a half years after our conversation, the patient brought some photos. I was delighted to see my smiling dad at his desk at work. His face looks so incredibly like our son Daniel. Aren't family genetics amazing things? And wasn't it nice of the patient to bring the photo?
Today I took it to Wal-Green's and had copies made for my mom and my brother and sisters. I took my mom hers today, but she was unable to see it. That's okay, she enjoyed hearing how we got it.