I'll admit it. I have a problem. I can never leave well enough alone. Every once in awhile I have this overwhelming urge to find things or people I've never known or not seen for 15 years or so... such was the case last Thursday. Probably because I was finding anything I could to keep from falling into that place.
At any rate, I looked up the married name of an aunt on the side of the family that I'm estranged from and found her daughter, I guess technically my cousin, on MySpace. How could I be certain? Her profile and her pictures were an open access mecca of information... and when I clicked on this album I didn't even have to click the picture to enlarge it to know that it was MY Papa Bill. He passed away about 16 years ago... when I was 15... and this cousin was 2... the one in his lap in the picture wasn't much older at the time of his passing... so I was the lucky one who really got to enjoy him.
I've told a few stories about him before... how he taught me how to play Chess... and his impersonation of Jackie Gleason's, "I'm going to give you a trip to the moon!" was and still is one of my fondest memories of him. When I saw this picture I immediately remembered his big bellied laugh.
I didn't have any pictures of him... until now. Finding this picture, on this day, when I was struggling so much on the inside, was like finding another guardian angel.
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