100 Years

My father would have been 100 today. 

I lit a candle on his grave and went to see my mother. The portrait of my father‘s that I photographed for this blip is standing next to her bed. It was made by a friend of his, when he would have been about 50. Half a century ago.

My mother’s dementia has made her forget all about today’s significance, and she hardly remembers my father at all now. She knows that he existed, but their almost 40 years together, with all their ups and downs, have vanished from her memory.