Since Daddio's departure I've thought about her more than I have in a while.
In 1953 she was a young bride...
...and a young mother.
That's the beginning of a family that will soon include two more daughters.
This is one of my favorite photos of her. She was always happiest at the beach.
My kids called her Granny and she took them down to the Bay every chance she could.
Before she got sick we took her all the way to Maine one summer. We traveled through New England and into Canada so she could see lighthouses. This is as old as she ever got. She was my age when a frighteningly brief battle with leukemia took her from us.
This photo I took of her when I was in college is how I like to remember her best. I was young, she was young and in this perfect little moment we both had our whole lives ahead of us.