After the death of my mother-in-law, Saint Helen, we found boxes and boxes of photographs. I believe we could’ve papered the interior of her home with old photos and still had enough remaining to fill a dozen albums.
Many of the photos were ones I’d seen before: baby pictures of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, along with photos from her retirement party and the trip she took to Alaska. But Saint Helen had saved some from the time she and I visited her eldest daughter, Lyn, in Jamaica, that I didn’t know existed.
I’ll share one with you because it features all three of us, Lyn, Saint Helen, and me. We’d gone on an adventure that day to a natural water park, the name of which escapes me now, but I clearly remember the day. The perfect weather and invitingly warm waters had the three of us giggling like little kids as we slid down the slippery rocks and plunged into a pool, only to climb again for another trip down. None of us were youngsters, but we all felt young that day.
They both are gone now, having passed within a day of each other from COVID just a few weeks ago.
Lyn died first, and I can clearly picture her beckoning her mother on from the other side. You know none of us could ever resist Lyn when she invited us on an adventure. I’d like to think they’re carefree again like we were on that beautiful Jamaica day.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Oh Leslie, that is a treasure and a wonderful memory to hold on to.
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Thank you! I’m so glad we found those pictures.
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I love the picture so much. And the story that goes with it. Helen looks so content.
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We had a great time during the entire visit, but that day was special.
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Lovely post
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Thank you.
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A lovely picture and post Leslie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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You know what you say at the end there…. my dad’s last job was in an office finally and he struck up a friendship with this young guy who he had running about daft after him, getting his paper, getting this getting that, turning up on our doorstep from the office, cos Dad had left his specs. Dad and mum were t his wedding and all. Anyway my dad died and Kevin was at the funeral and on about all of that etc etc. and much he missed him. Then a few months later Kevin dropped dead of a heart attack in the middle of playing football. He was only 28. You know I couldn’t stop feeling that he was there, fetching dad’s paper etc. So yeah.
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Aww!!!
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Thank you.
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I know it’s silly ….but then again xxxx
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Right? Sometimes we need our mythologies.
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We do. I remember reading a Nick Cave thing once about the death of his boy and whether the boy left signs for him and he saw them because he wanted to, or because they were there but either way if that brought comfort, that is all that matters and it is true.
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What a treasure: the pictures, the memories, the friendships. I’m sorry for your loss.
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Thank you so much.
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❤
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Golden memories
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They are that. Thank you.
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