Sunday, January 26, 2014

Mother, 9/29/1932--1/16/2014

Mother and me, 1955


A man I don't really know handed me the photograph of mother and me at her funeral last Sunday in Louisiana.

The photos of flowers have been on my desktop for months now, ones I'd taken with Mother in mind since anytime I see anything pink, I inevitably think of her. Of course, now that she's gone, I won't think of her any less, but now I don't feel so worried.

6 comments:

  1. Letting go. Sweet photo of you two, what a nice gesture. Thinking about you. xo

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  2. Yes. . . This man also had photos for my brother. Curious to think of how images of oneself----even before this virtual world existed----could be floating out there among others without our knowing. Another reminder of our connections, whether we can see them or not.

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  3. How thoughtful for that man you don't really know to bring the photos to you and your brother. Such simple gestures remind us that others are thinking of us when we least expect it. (Chris, I tried to remove the link to my Google account and was going to re-post my comment, choosing a different identification--but Google won't let me! So here is my original comment!)

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    1. I thought so, too, Anita. . .

      Also, it meant so much to me that you and Tom were there.

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    1. Thank you, Heather. (By the way, I enjoyed your Youtube video----such beautiful, generous expertise!)

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