This was the day my mother died.
She was 46. I was 18.
The world stopped for me that day.
This picture is so lovely because it captures the beauty of life and love and laughter. A moment of pure joy shared among two people lives on for other to see and enjoy. This picture is a reminder that the world did not in fact stop that day, that the cycle of life and death continues. This picture is a reminder to us all to enjoy each and every moment that we have on this earth.
My mom would have liked this photo.
Thank you Jamie, and say hi to mom up there for me!
Friday, September 16, 1988
This was the day my mother died.
She was 46. I was 18.
The world stopped for me that day.
This picture is so lovely because it captures the beauty of life and love and laughter. A moment of pure joy shared among two people lives on for other to see and enjoy. This picture is a reminder that the world did not in fact stop that day, that the cycle of life and death continues. This picture is a reminder to us all to enjoy each and every moment that we have on this earth.
My mom would have liked this photo.
Thank you Jamie, and say hi to mom up there for me!