My mom would be 79 years old today (Liz, thanks for remembering~!). I discovered this photo in my Grandma Baach’s things last January and I still laugh every time I look at it. She looks so cuddly! And the expression on her face–and the dimple in her chin–are totally priceless.
I was planning to go out to the cemetery today for the first time but I don’t think I’m quite ready to face the whole visiting the grave thing. And mom would be the last person to push me to do it if it doesn’t feel right. “It’s okay sweetie,” she’d tell me. “You can find another way to remember me today.” (Actually, this sounds crazy, but I actually heard her say this this earlier today. It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard her, either. It happens all the time. And she’s always right…she did promise me that she’d never leave me…) So George and I are going to see Hot Fuzz or rent Borat tonight.
Mom always did love hearing me laugh.