I am from a very large family, parents long since passed away. I recently met up with one of my older brothers. He presented me with a Black and white canvas of my mother as a young 18 year old, before she left Ireland. She was so pretty and looked full of hope and anticipation. Her life was so very sad as it turned out, and I feel such an overwhelming connection to her in that photo, I cannot explain. It is nostalgia with melancholy and sadness, but I treasure the picture.
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