Yesterday — June 17 — was the twenty-ninth anniversary of the day my mother — Bernice Louise Stroud — left her body.
Hard to comprehend that twenty-nine years have passed since then!
We didn’t have the easiest of relationships; I wish we’d had the last almost thirty years to grow in appreciation and learn to understand one another better.
My sister shared these photos yesterday in honor of my mother’s passing. I must have seen the first two before, although maybe not since her funeral. Looking at them, I’m struck anew by her sweetness and her smile.
The last one — with my father — has always been one of my favorite photos of all time. What a beautiful couple they are.
Remembering you with much love, Mom.
