A bit of fun with this post though admittedly wistful too. My late mother made it to the cover of the latest issue of The New Yorker. I almost fell over when I pulled it from the mailbox at the end of last week before the long Memorial Day weekend. I took a photograph with the ol' iPhone and texted it to my sister and step-father once inside.
The former, a dab hand with Photoshop, changed the glasses to dark glasses and substituted Mom's long gone Pomeranian "Bijou" for the original King Charles Spaniel. Otherwise, it is my mother to a T. The tilt of the head, the gaze, the stride, everything. I'd like to think it's her way of saying, "Hi there everyone! Don't worry. Bijou and I are doing well."
-- Heinz-Ulrich
Haha this made me laugh a lot for some reason :D May God bless her soul
ReplyDeleteThank you! Ol' Mom marched to her own beat. We miss her.
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