I think one of the ways in which my husband is grieving his mother is by scanning and preserving all the old photographs he can find of her and his dad. I love these pictures.
His mom is so elegant and yet so innocent-looking.
His dad is so handsome and dashing.
Their love is so evident.
This last picture is of my husband as a toddler. He loved when his dad held him upside down over the side of their gallery. This is one of his all-time favorite pictures. Turn it upside down, he says, and you see the big happy smile on his face. He sees this photo as the image of pure, unadulterated trust, a metaphor for his childhood.