Last day in Chicago

On our last day of Chicago, we met Papa Mustache at the funeral home for lunch. Myrt was out buying food to feed the impending army (a family member of hers had passed away). While she was out...........

She had these pictures of us on her fridge, side by side.

Lil and Cate

My Dad, Pat, the oldest of 7 is holding Colleen, the youngest.

The same people, some 40 years later. (Dad in the glasses this time)

Stories w/ uncle Brian on our last night at Nana's

My favorite childhood climbing tree