This photo was taken in San Diego. The photographer was Gregg's Dad when he and Bea, Gregg's Mom, visited us back in the early 80s. Gregg was in the Navy back then and this photo was taken on North Island. So, here we are, Gregg, Denise and Bea.
And now Gregg and me.
Bea loved her grandchildren dearly. We lived around the corner from them for a couple of years when Brad was a toddler. They had a fantastic bond between them which lasted long after Gregg was sent to his next duty station, and right up until we had to say goodbye to her. I have memories of them marching around their house with Bea beating on a tin drum, singing a childhood song and Brad marching behind her singing the song she had taught him. It is a wonderful moment in time, and one I will always remember with great love.