My Mother

If my mother were still alive, she'd be celebrating her 87th birthday today.  Sadly, she died far too young, a week or so before Christmas, when she was only in her early 40's.  I was still a child when she left us, but I still miss her every day, and wish she could have known her grandchildren and great grandchildren.

This photograph was taken during my parents' courtship, and hung on my father's college dorm room wall as he burned the midnight oil.