For My Mother
On Friday, June 22th, at 2:07 and 38 seconds PM Central Time, my mother passed away. I was there, holding her hand, glancing at my watch to measure her final breaths, knowing any one could be her last.
My mother is an amazing woman. Not was. Is. She has touched so many lives. Most of the pictures here are from the small wake and birthday party (she would have been 60 on the 28th) we held for her afterwards on Sunday. Friends and family attended and several spoke, myself included, about our memories of her. She is dead, but she is not gone. These pictures stand testament to that.