My sister is on my mind a lot these days. Her oldest son, who is only 30 had a massive heart attack the Tuesday before Mother’s Day. He of course is on my mind as well but she is my sister and together we are mother’s, so I can relate to her more easily. Her pain and her fear are real, I know because I have seen them and felt them as I held her in my arms while she sobbed uncontrollably. She is my little sister, does that matter? I don’t know, I felt it relevant to mention.
We both had children young, too young really but we did the best we could with what we had. Isn’t that all any of us can do?
For more images to this challenge see: Weekly Image of Life: A Mothers Love