Friday, July 28, 2017

Three Generations

Today, after the funeral, I took those that could, to a local restaurant to get a late lunch.  After lunch, my daughter-in-law, wanted a picture of the three of us.  Of course, we complied.

Three Generations of Dezendorf  men
The guy on the left is my son, the Displaced Louisiana Guy.  We talked about everything from Glocks, to Marlins, to the Ruger Security Six (remember those) and the difference between the cylinder measurements between the K-Frame and the N-Frame.  (Measure them sometimes, the difference in length will surprise you.) We talked about leather, and red dot sights and the state of police work in Louisiana.  It was a great visit.

The kid on the right is grandson Elyas.  He's probably the smartest individual I know. During lunch, while he devoured two California Rolls (with chopsticks, no less), we discussed  his education, the upcoming solar eclipse, and the state of the coral reefs off the US Virgin Islands, which he recently visited.

The old man in the middle is PawPaw hisself.  By this point today, we had culled the neckties.

It was a hard day, with a lot of sadness at the death of our friend, but it was tempered with a good visit from family.  PawPaw, of course, picked up the tab from lunch, but it was joy to watch the kid go through two California rolls like a Hoover vacuum cleaner.


Retired Spook said...

At a recent funeral for a relative, one of my cousins pointed out that the only time we see each other is at a funeral, a family reunion, or at Walmart.

I thought that was a pretty sad commentary on the state of family.

Jonathan H said...

Same here, except that we are spread out enough we don't see each other at Walmart and those who used to organize the reunions are busy with other things, so we haven't had one of them in years.

It is good you found a way for some enjoyment after a sad occasion.

The Displaced Louisiana Guy said...

It was good to see you, Pop.