There’s no way to say everything or show everything. Here are a few photos of my mother, Gwendolyn Joy Marston (née Miller), who died one whole year ago.
It goes without saying that I love her very much and am so grateful for all we shared and lived through together.
Me coming out was not our easiest time, but we had the time to get through it and learn to know each other as adults.
Yes, those are her hands on the sides of my brother’s head. Photobombing was not beneath her.
Love and gratitude to all her friends and empathetic medical people who helped us through what would be her last year.
And that’s her sister Amber Joy, my dear Auntie Am.
Though different in many ways, cut from the same cloth. My 2 pillars. Standing on my own now.