The Little Things My Mother Left Behind Mean Everything Now

After visiting her in the ICU, I went back to her home and photographed everything, capturing ordinary moments as a time capsule of how she left things the day she was taken away.

Among those photos is one of a simple pile of folded underwear on the guest room table—a quiet reflection of her unassuming yet profoundly beautiful spirit.

I strive to honor that essence in my own life.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *