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Family The old suitcase had been around
for as long as I could remember.
It was just there… and I
never knew or cared
what was inside.
Until the day Mother died.
I slowly opened the latches to
what I would later see as
a panoramic view of her life.
Only then did I realize
my mother had known
people I didn’t know, and
had been places I had
never been.
When I was growing up, I
never thought of my parents as
being "regular" people,
people who had regular friends,
who went to regular places,
and did regular things.
I couldn’t imagine that they
had ever been so young.
I wish I had taken the time to ask
who these people were,
and where she had traveled
for these extraordinary
pictures.
One picture stood out above all
the others.
It was a picture of
my lovely mother as a teen,
leaning against a big tree with a
sign that said “Trail’s End.”
Happy Trails, Mother.
