It’ll be ten years this January that my mom died. I was going through some photos my grandmother gave me recently and found some new ones. I only have three photos of mom and me together. Mom destroyed all of the photos of her about a year before she died without anyone knowing. I think she was trying to create some level of separation.

Two of the three photos I now have were in this envelope from my grandmother. This is one I hadn’t seen until just now. I’m guessing I’m right around two years old here; probably taken in the spring or summer of 1989. I do not know where this was taken, though. It’s not anywhere I remember.