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  • I'd never remembered seeing this photo before. I came across it when going through a box of old family slides.

    I think it is the summer of 1962, probably just after Mom and I came back from our trip to England and Scotland. I was a tomboy. I think you can tell. But I also liked getting gussied up. But play was play and the messier the better. We are standing on the front lawn of our house in Kemptville. I am 5, just about to turn 6. Mom's hair is brassy red from a colour rinse that reacted with the salt air and water in England. The dress is familiar. I can still remember the texture of the material... thick but soft. I don't know who took the photo but it caught the essence of the relationship between my and my Mom. Laughter, love, comfort, the need to touch and remind the other "We are still here", "I am still here".

    A year later, Mom met and married my step-Dad, I met my step-brother and sister, we moved away from the house and the town.

    Change is in the air, the day is ending, we won't always be here, here we are.

    Mom is 87 and has Alzheimer's and, in some ways, our roles are reversed but she still protects me... it's just that I do most of the protecting, now.
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