My mom and dad went to Mexico for their honeymoon, and on their way back to Kansas they stopped in Albuquerque to see family for a few days. The little boy in front is my third-cousin Gary, who was born with something amiss but was forever the sweetest guy in the world. The young woman on the right side of the photo was either a friend of my mom’s or a relative — all I know about her is that she and my mom were besties, otherwise why the Twinkie outfits? 1946 and my mom was only 18 years old. She and my dad had been married 49 years when she died of a sudden heart attack at 67. It would be easy to think of life as an unfair process, but it’s just life — not wise to take it too personally.