My hair is curly. My eyes are light green. My skin is pale.
Because of this (and my leggy build), I always thought I favored my father's side of the family. However, I've spent the past weeks looking through old photos, and suddenly saw what everyone else has been insisting all along; I am nearly a mirror image of my mother. I see her in the curve of my cheek, in the line of my chin and the bump on my nose. I see her in the shape of my eyes and the arc of my lips.
And this is a final gift. Every time I look in the mirror, I see my mother.
Love and hugs to you, my friend!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful discovery, a beautiful gift.
ReplyDeleteRemember to smile big at that beautiful face, even through tears.
ReplyDeleteI see glimpses of so many people in my own and my children's faces...our ancestors live on and on inunexoected places. You're on my mind and in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteDearest Peggy, I am so sorry to hear of the passing of your mother. I will always remember her warmth, kindness and beautiful smile. I'm so grateful I had the chance to spend a little time with her at Sammy's Bar Mitzvah. Please also give my love and condolences to your dear father and brother.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm so sorry for you. I'm sad for you and I think to you.
ReplyDeletebig hugs and big bises
Christineh
Margaret so very sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteMay your memories and reflections bring you comfort and peace. I am sorry for your loss, but glad you had such a wonderful relationship.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you. Grief is such a long haul.
ReplyDeleteOh, I am so sorry for this farewell (for now). What a tremendous grieving. Sending light.
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