You capture the poignance of the reversal of the parent child relationship. Btw, do you know Ellen Pickrell, a relation of yours? Recent subscriber. I look at the photos of my Mom, who was a beauty and I see my niece Becca, 60 years younger but with the same unstoppable vitality. The brevity of life can be breathtaking. My folks tried to convey it to me but I wasn't listening, I was too busy.
You capture the poignance of the reversal of the parent child relationship. Btw, do you know Ellen Pickrell, a relation of yours? Recent subscriber. I look at the photos of my Mom, who was a beauty and I see my niece Becca, 60 years younger but with the same unstoppable vitality. The brevity of life can be breathtaking. My folks tried to convey it to me but I wasn't listening, I was too busy.
I wonder if we can even understand it until we’ve lived quite a while and walked through loss. I know an Elle, who is my niece.
Taste runs in the family...
Your mom is one classy gal. I feel like stepping into that black & white photo and off we'd go to the opera, paparazzi pigeons in tow.
Indeed we would.
"She wants to be the yellow daffodil still trumpeting its tune."
"Her fingernails are painted the color of pink apricot tulips."
Of course she does. Of course they are. 💞
Love and continued gentleness to you, LeeAnn.
Thank you so much, Elizabeth. I wish the same for you.
What a wonderful photo of your mother. The pigeons in flight are like ghosts.
I love this: “We lose our way, which makes her nervous. I tell her gardens are for wandering.”