2 posts tagged “me”
I posted these two pictures in my LJ, but I thought the comparison was interesting enough to re-post them here (also, I'm sort of freaked out by it--why this makes me want to share, I don't know).
The top photo is me, of course, and the second one is my mother when she was about the age I am now, probably a couple years younger (I was born when she was 30 and she cut her hair after I was born, so the picture pre-dates me). I don't normally take pictures of myself without my glasses because, well, I wear glasses and that's how I look, so I'd never noticed the completely freakish resemblance between the two of us before. I mean, I knew that we had the same nose and mouth, but I'd never noticed the resemblance around the eyes--because my eyes are always hidden behind glasses. My coloring is from my dad's side of the family, as is my Giant Forehead of Doom, but the rest just sort of leaves me speechless.
I miss my mother so much--almost more now that I'm older and am rapidly approaching the day when I'll have lived more of my life mother-less than not (that day will be November 1, 2007)--and I find myself looking for her in the strangest places. I don't remember what her voice sounded like, except in the most general sense, I remember that she wore some perfume that came in a purple box from Gloria Vanderbilt (but I don't dare buy some because what if it's not the right stuff?), and I remember that she loved me and my sister very, very, very much. And that's probably the best thing I can remember about her--and the most important.
I miss my mother so much--almost more now that I'm older and am rapidly approaching the day when I'll have lived more of my life mother-less than not (that day will be November 1, 2007)--and I find myself looking for her in the strangest places. I don't remember what her voice sounded like, except in the most general sense, I remember that she wore some perfume that came in a purple box from Gloria Vanderbilt (but I don't dare buy some because what if it's not the right stuff?), and I remember that she loved me and my sister very, very, very much. And that's probably the best thing I can remember about her--and the most important.
This is me and our family dog back in 1989. She was just a puppy and I had horrible glasses (and thought Jean Auel was good reading). My ex-stepmother--long story--had her put to sleep a week and a half ago. She was 17 and ailing and was the best dog anyone could ever have wanted.
