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.