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JHSEsq at Colloquium presents Nana and her boysMy mother died October 13, 2005. In some ways, it’s hard to believe it’s been that long. But it also seems like much longer than two years have elapsed. This is the last photo taken . . . with the four people who mattered most to her.


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  1. I think that the passing of a parent is something that one never completely gets over. You never envision them as getting older.I’m sure you have many wonderful memories of her!

  2. What a sweet-faced woman, and what lovely young people. I’m looking at that dyed hair and thinking his hair could be puce and grandma wouldn’t care. What a beautiful photo. How lovely that these kids knew this woman.

  3. MyStarbucks

    I am so sorry for your loss. She looks very happy to be with everyone and I’m sure she smiles down on you for keeping her memory alive.

    • Kristen: She lived for those boys. The sun rose and set on their little heads. My mother-in-law was the same way. Just typical doting grandmas. 🙂

  4. My beloved Mama will be gone a year on November 26. Still difficult for me to fathom. There are days when I still pick up the phone wanting to call her and hear her sweet voice. Great photo. Thank you for sharing.

  5. Beautiful family all right, and yes- it’s always hard to lose someone so dear, so close.

  6. Hair Loss Solution

    Great Family ! Losing a parent is like losing a roof from your house. But it’s surprising that many of us realize the value of our parents only after they are passed away.

    • Supertiff: I’m fine.

      Sadly, my father died in January 1992 after a 16 year battle with heart disease. He was only 73. My mother died in October 2005 following a long decline into Alzheimer’s, just 2 weeks shy of her 89th birthday. It is hard, but is the natural order of things.

      My greatest sadness comes from the fact that my father adored his grandsons more than anything in life, but the young man in this picture and my youngest do not remember him because they were both so young when he died. My sister and I have spent a lot of time over the years watching our 4 boys and thinking, “Oh, Papa would love this if only he were here,” especially when her oldest got very interested in cars. (My father was an auto mechanic.)

      But we can’t change the way things are . . . we can only remember and be confident that we will all be reunited eventually in a better place.

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