Earlier this week I wrote about missing my mother, who died 25 years ago today at the age of 47. Today I would like to celebrate her life with a few old photos. I realized, as I pulled photos for this, that I have lots of photos from my earliest days with my mother and a few from the end, but hardly anything in between. I’ll try to remember that the next time I want to avoid being in a photo with my kids because I don’t think I look good enough.
Here is my mother, who was beautiful inside and out. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother or a better friend. She really and truly was my very best friend at the time she died. It’s hard to believe it’s been 25 years since I’ve seen her, hugged her, talked with her for hours on end. I still miss you and love you, Mom.