It's amazing how opening one little brown box can grab your guts and make your eyes gush. While going through old boxes I found this picture and immediately I was at Thanksgiving dinner two years ago standing next to a china cabinet crying my eyes out behind a lens. The whole family (30+) was listening with sniffles as Ponga gave his unexpected speech in the middle of dinner. I kind of felt disrespectful snapping a picture of him at that moment, but how could I not? It ended up being the last Thanksgiving he sat/stood and the head of the table with jingle bell antlers on his head. I absolutely hate that he won't be around this year for the puking chicken, olive war, cheesy antlers, and the new additions to the family.
