Everyone was taking pictures like crazy at Memère's birthday party.
Pictures with the kids (my aunts and uncles).
Then just the boys.
Now just the girls.
Then all the grandchildren.
Next ... great grandchildren.
Then each family had pictures taken with her.
Towards the end of this picture spree,
I could see it was wearing her out.
I sat down next to her.
"You're getting tired, aren't you?"
Memère smiled. "A little."
"And just a little fed up?" I asked.
"Oh, more than just a little!" she exclaimed, laughing.
I'm sure she felt a bit like a tourist attraction.
But she was a trooper, laughing and joking with everyone.
Standing next to my dad, I pass my camera to cousin Alex.
"Will you take a picture of me and dad?" I ask.
"What about your mom?" she replies.
I look over.
Mom is busy talking to her brothers and sisters.
I don't want to interrupt.
So I wave my hand in her general direction.
"Screw her," I say, making my dad laugh.
Cousin Alex says ... just as she snaps the picture ...
"I bet your dad does too."
Now I have a visual.
My eyes are burning!!
My dad laughs uproariously.
I cover my face with my hand,
trying hard to block out the image now burned in my skull.
The image is caught forever.
Both mine and theirs.
My therapist is going to have a heyday with this one.