what a long strange trip it's been

These were taken fourteen years apart.
The upper photograph was taken in my Grandparents' back yard in Waycross in 1975. I'm fairly certain it wasn't any later than that, or earlier either. After all, my youngest brother looks about eight years old.
The lower picture was taken on Labor Day, 1989, at my stepdad's house. We had all gathered, as was the custom before Mama's death, for a cookout and family get-together on that holiday weekend. The day was winding to a close and we were goofing around, being silly, when that moment in time became frozen for eternity.
Somehow, when the fourteen-year mark rolled around in 2003, we missed the opportunity. We were all a little scattered two years after Mama's death and the youngest was living in Baton Rouge that year (and several after, too).
I hope one day to have another image of the four of us to post here, but it may be a while before that can transpire. One of us (my middle brother) had a near-death experience last fall, so time does seem to be of the essence, as it so often does. Another (the youngest) is currently not in a position of freedom of movement, a definite hindrance to picture-taking. 2017 will mark another twenty-eight years (twice fourteen) since the last group shot; will we be able to mark the occasion?