Feeling nostalgic today, or at least watching all of the people getting into cars with flowers for mom. And my own Mom, so long gone (died in 1979), but always with me. Her paintings on the wall, some of her brushes and paints which I still use. Very few photos of her. I was rummaging through the paper photos and slides I have from years past. Lots of boring pictures of airplanes, buildings, and monuments. I was looking for faces, like the one above, of my Mom, Irene Ruttan, on the coast of Oregon, sometime in the 1970s.
It’s hard to get the people you care about to stand still for a moment and snap them. We’re too busy running through life. For a while, looking at the photo above for the first time in a long time, I hardly recognised that face. But it came back to me, or at least merged with the memories I have of her. Not all of them happy. I so wish she was around with me at the moment, to share with me, and help me through challenges. She’s given me so much already.
This is really nicely expressed, Jack.
She would be proud of you, I’m sure.
Mary