I know that many of you have seen this photo in a past post, but this warms my heart more than any other I can think of.
The night this was taken, we were sitting with Mum in her room--Rod and I and Rod's brother Alan and his wife Jill. We knew that the end was near, and wanted to spend as much time as we could with her. For quite a while, Mum seemed to be gazing up into a corner of the room. Finally, Jill asked Mum if she was thinking about her home, Edmonton. Mum nodded that she was. Rod got up and stood by her and began telling her stories that he remembered about her family, and about things that happened in Edmonton when he was a little boy. Her eyes never left his face.
"I love your memories," she said. She died two nights later.