Been missing my Ma recently. Long time now since I've spoken to her - 2014. Time stops, doesn't it, when you lose your loved ones. Then it hurries by, taking the memories with it.
This is a photo of my Ma as a toddler. I came across it today, whilst trying to delete photographs off my computer. I have too many photos of trees! And ducks, swans, rowers, colleges. The hazard of living in a beautiful place.
This one was amongst them. It is a small piece of card which I think came from a fair, where you'd put money and get a photo ticket. I'd taken a photo, to be sure I didn't lose that face.
Parents have such an indelible mark on us. I see my mother when I look in the mirror. I hear her voice when I speak. Her influence is strong and continues in my mind and actions. I grow into her skin more as I pass through the years, understanding why she chose the paths she walked.
What I love about this item is that it isn't longer than an inch or two, but captures the essence of her so well. I can see her eighty year old face in that small child. As a small child, she would have had no idea how much she achieved in her life and how many adventures she was going to have.
Hug your loved ones. Tell them you love them.
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