I always feel like I’m cheating a bit by posting images taken by my father. But he really liked this image when he saw what I did and asked if I was going to post it. So what could I say? No? I don’t want to disappoint him. I think he should start his own blog. But, then, he is my dad! I have to be supportive.
Anyway, he went back east in December of last year with my grandparent’s ashes. He buried them in the sand of Coney Island where they first met around 1938. Funny story- well, not ha-ha-funny- but when they wanted to get married, my grandmother’s father said “over my dead body”. And two days before they got married, he died. Major heart attack!
Let that be a lesson to anyone ever tempted to use that phrase again.
For color photo’s taken by me- and a few by my dad- please check out Photos By Emilio!