Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My Dougie

This morning when Dougie was getting dressed, he put on his shorts and reached into his pocket. Without saying a word, he turned and ran from the room. When he came back, I could see that he was putting something into his pocket. When I asked him what it was, he told me that he had Grampy's "card" in his pocket. The prayer card, which he must have found somewhere in the house or car after my father's funeral, had tattered edges and a few folds in it.

I got a tear in my eye and gave him a hug. Dougie said he likes having it there because it has Grampy's picture on it, and then said, "I got it at that place, you know, where we saw Grampy in the basket? (casket)" and then went on and on about Jeff, the funeral director who talked to him about Tom and Jerry.

I love that kid.

Dougie making sand angels at York Beach.