Day 262: People Who Make You Who You Wish You Knew

My maternal grandmother, pictured below, died when I was weeks old. I met her once in one of her final days in the hospital. An infant on her belly, cuddling. I look at this photo and wonder overcomes me — this woman is part of me and I always wish I knew her more. The photo below is of my mom, a toddler, and how I wish I knew her as a toddler, how fun would that be?