Today is my mother's birthday. As usual, she would have been 29 on the 29th. This is the picture of her that my father carried around in his wallet until the day he died. I think that he always saw her as she was here. She loved big hats and high heels and red lipstick. At her funeral someone remarked that she was the life of the party. Not a bad way to be remembered.I bet no one ever said that about J. D. Salinger.
2 comments:
What a gorgeous post.
Pat, Thank you for sharing this photo. Precious.
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