On this sad day, on which my grandpa passed away, my cousin Caren was kind enough to send me the images you see below.
I actually do remember the day this photo of my sister Erin and me was taken. I would have been about four years old.
Seeing my mom's writing on the back of the picture is like hearing her voice again.
Nice to see that I haven't changed much since 1971. I'm still excited about Christmas, even if it's going to be a sad one this year. (Erin has gotten better about not ripping open the packages under the tree, though!)