I was thinking of a mothers day lunch at the nursing home with my mother and siblings. She was wearing a dress (that is what you wear when you dress up) and she had on one knee high stocking made for a dress and another made for pants. This left one too short and it showed. On the way to the dining room she slowly ambled down the hallway and stopped in front of a painting yo say it should look familiar because my sister had lived it in - and on the way back said the same thing about an entirely different painting. I have found it difficult to visit my mother in the home - the person i knew is slowly fading away - like a negative bleached by the sun until the photo it held was no more.
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