Here is one of the last pictures taken of my mom. That was more than 21 years ago, because she has been gone for that long. She died at 42.
Gosh, as the years go by, I remember her less and less. I was 22 when she died. My brother and sister, even younger.
What I do know with most certainty and with clarity, is that I had always hoped to be a good mother as, even if the memories aren't so clear anymore, I know she must have been. I feel it in my heart every day - as I mother my children.