Remembering

This is a picture from the 70's..my Papa in the middle, my younger sister Laurie and my baby brother Joe.

Yes, that is a groovy red volkswagon-it is one of several we had over the years. My father taught me how to drive one, when the time came-I learned on a standard. His ways were unconventional, he thought outside the box. His mind was always turning, his hands were always at something. He was a BIG people person.

This labor day weekend, I spent with my mum at her place. I was thinking about family and how much has changed since my beautiful Hungarian father died.

My papa was a hard working man. He came to a country as a young man-alone, became a citizen, learned the language, worked hard, married, had 3 children, bought a home and loved being a family man.

A few times today, with different people conversations drew me into remembering my father.

Laszlo loved big, gave big, dreamed big, worked big, thought big, and was loved big.

Life changes, sometimes it hurts. I think I am in many ways like my father-but still the hole he leaves in my life since he departed is empty. I cherish the memories and remember that I am part of him and must carry on, big.

Dad, I miss you. I wish you were here to share in my day to day, I wish you could have met your grandchildren, you would like them, well, people say, "We're big."