There it is ...The magnifying glass brings the details into view from the photograph.
I climb into the photograph of my mother with her sister Jean.
I can hear the laughter that created the smile on the faces in the photograph.
I see her as a teen, laughing and talking with her sister. I feel her youth, the warmth of the sun on her face, the sounds of the traffic. I am there watching her life.
I trip back into the present and find the tear has turned to many tears, realizing how short life has become.
Sometimes I wish I could curl up with my mom and have her hold me, to go places we have not been.
To tell her how much I love her and never want to lose her.
Sometimes, I just hate looking at photographs.
Today we found out my mom has breast cancer. I believe she wanted to keep it a secret to herself. She has eleven children and she told us one by one. I was the second to hear. The shock was amazing to me and I fear how she must feel about this.
If there were to be a funny side to this ( which there is not) it would be , my mom never smoked or drank. She did not swear or run around. She has been a model mother. I realize this happens to millions of people who are like my mom but she is my mom and that becomes shocking to me.
The earth has started its yearly rains to convert to snow. I hate winter as it reminds me of death. The earth freezes, people stay more indoors. Darkness rules more then the light. Winter at times frightens me. To write that statement sounds silly to me but it holds the truth.
I need to check on my mom.
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