Picture This

 I'm with my parents.  My father is in the hospital.

Each night, my mother and I travel about 45 miles back to their home.

 She is surrounded by photos there.

 While eating breakfast or when eating a snack in the evening,

 she struggles to put names with the faces...to remember.

 Generations blur.  But love ignites her heart.

 Above, my mother.  Below,  her grandmother!

 Above, a four generation picture.  That's me - the child on my grandmother's lap.

Mother and Dad.