remembering my mother in life, six years after her passing

We remember our mother's love and her many talents, her considerable capacity for beauty, her insatiable curiosity, her jitterbug tales.  In her memory today, I post long-ago photographs.  My mother, younger sister, and me.  My older brother during his first month of life.



Finally, my mother was a writer, too, and as part of her memorial service, I created a small book of her words.  She's there on the left, in one of my final portraits of her.  She's there on the right, as the dark-haired beauty in a summer picnic with her brother, mother, and father.



We love you and we miss you, Mom.