This is my entry in Claudine Helmuth's Self Portrait Journal On the back there is a quote from the Dixie Chix song "Silent House". "These walls have eyes. Rows of photographs and faces like mine. Who do we become without knowing where we started from? It's true, I'm missing you. As I stand alone in your room, every day that will pass you by, every name that you can't recall. Everything that you made by hand. Everything that you know by heart. And I will try to connect all the pieces that you left. I will carry it on and let you forget. And I'll remember the years when your mind was clear, how laughter and life filled up this silent house."
Reflections on my mother who fell to Alzheimers two years ago.