“I don’t know.”
“That’s Grandma Ellen.”
Colton’s eyes turned skeptical. “That doesn’t look like Grandma Ellen.”
I glanced at Sonja and chuckled. “Well, she used to look like that.”
“Can I go play?” Colton said, handing me the picture.
After he left the room, Sonja and I talked about how interesting it was
that Colton recognized Pop from a photo taken more than half a century
before he was born—a photo he’d never seen before—but didn’t
recognize his great-grandma whom he had just seen a couple of months
back.
After we thought about it, though, the fact that the Pop Colton said he
spent time with was no longer sixty-one but somewhere in his prime,
seemed to us a good news/bad news scenario: The bad news is that in
heaven, we’ll still look like ourselves. The good news is, it’ll be the younger
version.