I took these photos of my mother a year and a week after my father, her husband for over four decades, passed away.
When I look at her these are the things that I see.
When I was a child
I was determined to not be her.
Now that I’m grown
I’d be lucky to be half as amazing as her.
When I was a teenager
I was embarrassed to be with her.
Now that I’m an adult
I long to be near her.
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