Dear Photograph, My father died when I was 8 years old and left my mother a young widow. But that didn’t stop her from traveling and showing her children the world and how to love life. She was a bundle of energy, zany, and full of love. She gave me Paris…and so much more. Happy Bastille Day! Debbie

Dear Photograph,
My father died when I was 8 years old and left my mother a young widow. But that didn’t stop her from traveling and showing her children the world and how to love life. She was a bundle of energy, zany, and full of love. She gave me Paris…and so much more. Happy Bastille Day!
Debbie