Who knew that this picture would be the picture that would end up defining our family. Mother insisted she take this photo as we wore our Sunday best. Father, never one for photos, only agreed because he hated being late more. Sissy was so proud of having her first big girl purse and I secretly agreed with father. Photos were for sissies and I took my cue from father and put on a stoic look.
Mother didn’t take the picture right away insisting that she wouldn’t unless we smiled. Sissy did her best to please mother, but then she was always trying to be like mother so of course she would. When mother realized that father and I wouldn’t budge she snapped the photo. I don’t know why father was so perturbed that day because when I think of it now it was rare that mother was not in a picture with us.
No matter, father could look as stern as he wanted, but mother would get him chuckling and playing along with any shenanigans she was about. Mother kept life going and always made sure we had fun. So this photo, the one without her, says more about mother to me than all the other photos in our album. Because this was the last picture mother took before she was taken from us in an instant.
In one swift moment she gone in a flash, like the bulb on her camera. Except for mother the flash was the headlights of an on coming car in the night. Mother never knew what hit her, but each time I pick up my camera and click a photo, I think of that day she tried to make us smile and for all the days she did.