I wasn’t expecting this envelope of photos from my mom. She’s in her late 80’s and is in great health (still lives in this house and drives everywhere) but she’s slowly giving things to us, her children, items she may no longer need but want us to have.

Looking at all these photos of me as a kid, with so much ahead, thinking of what my dreams were, was too much. I couldn’t look anymore. Maybe someday if I ever get a job, or my life back, I’ll be able to revisit and enjoy them.

But not now.