You might remember this post from several weeks ago. It was a photograph of a painting my mother did of me and my sister on the beach in the early 1970s.
Just this week, I discovered this photo in my mother's photo albums. It gave me a bittersweet feeling. Next week, I'll take my own two girls to the beach for the first time in their lives. I wish my mother was still living. I wish I could talk to her about that day on the beach, about her paintings and about her experiences as a mother.