As long as I have been a clergyman every so many years we have to take a directory picture. With that picture we got a standard 8×10 and every time I would put it in a nice frame for my mother to have.
This time it is different. Since mom’s passing in March I have been left not knowing what to do with a picture of my mug. I don’t like posed pictures, especially if it is just me sitting there smiling to say here I am. I know I could easily put it in a frame and give it to my grandmother or to my father. Every time i think about doing it I stop and reminded of the smile Mom had when she would receive her picture.
This is just another one of those first that I am still processing, still figuring out how to change what had been protocol. It takes time. And moments like this I let them come. Name them and forge ahead.