My mom loved my boys so much that even when she didn’t know who my dad or I were, she remembered them. She knew to get down low so she could look in their eyes instead of talking down to them. She loved reading to them more than anything else, and the photo of my mom and my youngest son reading “The Hungry Caterpillar” (with his blankie!) was only one of about a thousand times she’d done the exact same thing. It is my favorite way to remember her.
Submitted by Laurel L.