I recently inherited this bridal portrait of my mother. She died when I was 4, of breast cancer. It must have been extremely traumatic for me, because I don't remember a thing about it. In fact, I cannot remember anything about my mother at all. This is something that I think about all the time; maybe not on a daily basis, but at least a few times a week.

Thank goodness that my family was blessed with a wonderful step-mother. She has definitely taken very good care of us, even if we didn't all appreciate it at the time.

I like to keep pictures like this around, just to remind me of that part of my family history that I've forgotten. Maybe someday I'll remember on a comfortable couch at a psycologists office, but for now this is the best I have.