When my mom passed away three years ago, I brought home all her photographs. I didn’t have a chance to look at them before my vision loss a few months later. Now that I have my CC TV Magnifier, I have begun to go through them.
Amid the many photos of my grandparents at the age I am now (WOW!), people I don’t know, my mom when she was a teenager, then newly married, and as a new mom at 24 when my brother was born, I found one picture I didn’t even know I was hoping to find.
I stared at this picture for a long time, enlarging the magnification to study my mom’s face, then decreasing the size so I could see myself in her arms. At this moment in time, we couldn’t have imagined what our relationship would become. Heck, I didn’t even know where my feet were. But fifty years later, she is gone and what we became was wonderful.
This is the oldest photo I have of us together, and there’s not another one of us until my teenage years. My mom gave me the gift of life, and so many gifts during our 47 years with each other. Now, three years after her passing, one last perfect gift.
This is the oldest photo I have of us together, and there’s not another one of us until my teenage years. My mom gave me the gift of life, and so many gifts during our 47 years with each other. Now, three years after her passing, one last perfect gift.
