October 28, 1954 – July 7, 2000
The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
~ Isaiah 57:1-2
Miss you, Mom. ♥
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Lovely tribute, Wendy. :’)
Thanks, Mandy. Just found myself missing her more than usual this year.
That is one of those pictures where you can actually see the love that exists between the two people. Sad for you, but that’s a touching tribute.
Thanks, Dan. I don’t have many pictures of my mom and I (because she was usually the one taking all the photos!), but this is my favourite one. Just felt appropriate to let her know I was still thinking about her.
It’s going to be the same for my daughter. My wife was usually behind the camera and now she just tries to avoid standing in front of me. That is such a great photo.
I think it’s that way with most moms. But now that I know what it’s like to wish for more pictures, I’m definitely going to make an effort to be in them when I have my own children. Seems like such an easy thing to pass that camera around. Especially now with digital where you can literally take hundreds or thousands of shots and keep every one of them!
Nice tribute, Wendy. Sorry to learn of the early loss of your mother. Like Dan said, you can see the love.
Thanks, Frank. I hope she still loves me that much, because I certainly still love her.
I hate the fact that I was traveling when you posted this. Yes, you told me you were doing it, and I’m glad your heads-up enabled me to be the first to “like” it, but not being able to comment on it more promptly really bothers me. Adds to the anger this post already stirs simply by being a powerful portrait of loss.
As you know, the pain of losing a parent is all too real for me. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my father, and of course it doesn’t get easier over time. It only becomes more acute. So I found this post, despite its brevity, to be very touching. I know what a treasured pic this is for you, and it’s easy to see why: the unique bond between parent and child is written all over it.
I’d better stop. I was going to say more, but the more I think about this, the more it gets to me. Suffice it to say this is a beautiful tribute. Well done, my friend.
I felt bad that you couldn’t comment right away too, but I was very glad that you were still the first like on it. Besides, you’re my best friend. I already know your thoughts and feelings on this. You wouldn’t even have to say them publicly for me to know.
I didn’t reply more promptly to your comment because it was difficult to know what to say. But I’ve thought about it all day, and I’ve come to the realization that there is only one thing TO say. Thank you. Thank you, my friend, for somehow repairing what was broken in me when my mom died. There was a time when I was so filled with anger towards her that I couldn’t even look at this photo. But no longer.
You helped me, and for that I will be eternally grateful. And I would imagine, so is she.
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