I have to admit that sometimes I forget.
I don't know why I do, it makes perfect sense, but it still knocks me over every single time it happens anyway.
I forget that all photographic record of my mother doesn't start and end with the few photos that we have in our possession. There are others out there--other friends and family have pictures of her throughout the years that I've never seen before, and they surface like lost treasure upon a shore. I open them up and I am once again floored by her brief presence here, and I just want more.
Tonight, my Uncle shared some photo scans from 1963-75.
This one is probably 1971 and it's my Mom, my Grandmother, Aunt Edna, Aunt Marge and Aunt Karen. Beautiful, smart and very funny women all getting their Juleps on in the backyard.
That's Mom and Edna and Grandmother. They have all passed in the last ten years and that makes me so sad.
And this one just makes me ache.