I just love this picture of Mom - and since she had it framed by her door for the longest time, I figure she must have loved this picture of her too. It's funny how your perspective changes as you get older. I look at this picture and think how young Mom looks, how young she was when she started living on her own again, starting another part of her life. I wonder if she felt that way or not at all.
This painting being at the funeral home's bathroom still amazes me. I am so glad I took a photo of it because it takes me back to Mom's place when she had it hanging on her wall.