When I got home I showed them to BSD. His response was, "Those are not very flattering pictures of your sister." I wanted to argue, but I didn't think he'd understand. These portraits may not be flattering in a mainstream way. But I only see beauty.
I see the beauty in a woman who is not afraid to let a camera take her picture as she steps out of bed.
I see the beauty in a woman who has been going to work in the morning,
who spends her lunch hour by our mother's side,
who goes back to work,
who goes home for dinner,
and then goes back to the hospital to be with our mother in the evening.
For weeks. And weeks.
I typed the majority of this post with one hand. Holding my mom's hand while she slept in the other. I am back in Connecticut with my mom and my sister. This past week has been a gift. As hard as it's been. As many tears as I've shed. I am grateful for these last few moments we will share. I'm not looking for sympathy. I just wanted to update you on why I've been gone.