Two years ago today my Mom died. It is still sad, but hurts less. I still think of her almost every day. We all still tell stories about my Mom, almost daily. We still have the, "You know what Mom/Grandma would have thought about that?" moments all the time.
As you can imagine, my Mom really loved this picture (not at all). At some point I thought it would be funny to cross my eyes in every single one of the poses. Her explanation was this: "The people who looked at the pictures probably thought 'Oh, look at that cute little retarded boy' and picked the best out of the bunch."