My Mom
The cycle of and death that shapes our lives differs in every country and culture. In mine, there is little celebration about aging and our end of life. My parents raised my brothers and sister to be strong, independent adults. We moved to various parts of the country and, at times, the world. My mom and dad were fiercely proud of all of us and we visited often. But, it's never enough. I took this when visiting my mom, and unknown to me at the time, shortly before she died. I was struck by the vivaciousness of her life depicted in the photo collage in contrast to the life she was living now.
