There's a great scene in Field of Dreams where Kevin Costner's character realizes that he's seeing a young version of his father for the first time. He looks at the young baseball catcher - it's his dad.
The dialog is amazing:
"It's my father.... My God, I only saw him years later when he was worn down by life. Look at him. He's got his whole life in front of him and I'm not even a glint in his eye.
What do I say to 'em?"
I feel the same thing when I see this photograph of my mom, Sgt Virginia Maguire, USMC (circa 1943). She was unmarried. She'd not yet dated my father.
All her life was ahead of her.
Yet, in time, her life passed away (1994); she was unhealthy and aged beyond the calendar. Today she would have been 88 years old.
This picture captures the Ginny that was... before life had worn her down.
It also captures the sweet woman who is.
For she is not dead, she is alive!
What will that youthful version of her say to me as I enter eternity?
"Welcome home, son... let's sit down and have a good talk. I've missed you."
I miss her, too.