We looked through pictures scanned from old slides one day many years ago. Watched their story from the beginning; wedding pictures, the baby, a growing family. Pictures of Easter finery and birthday hats and Christmas trees.
There is a picture of her, this woman I never knew, in a smart blue suit with a jaunty hat. I cannot fathom who she was or what she was like. The woman I knew was so different: fretting over window treatments, slowed by health problems, and finally bound to the sofa in her last decade of life.
In my mind I cannot bridge the gap—between the woman in the suit and the woman I knew.
Over and over I come back to this one thing. Whoever she has been in the years I have known her, she clearly once was someone else. And I cannot wait to meet that person one day.
What a beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteI think it will be fascinating to get to know so many people for who they really are and not who I saw them to be in the paradigm I constructed for them (like 'parent' or 'teacher' or 'uncle').
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