I went to see mum this morning. I took two photos with me to place on her wall so staff would only see mum as Jean – the elderly patient dying of Peritoneal Cancer in room 7 of Ruby Ward St Christopher’s Hospice – but also see Jean as the beautiful young woman who married dad in 1950 and in 1952 sent a photo to him when he was in Egypt; or Jean the on-the-go granny – never sitting still in a photo I took in 2010. Of course I wasn’t born in 1952 but feel I know mum not only through experience but through the stories she has told me about her life prior to me coming along. Thus history, memory and these photos now all seem to merge into one.
Here are the images in more detail.
In the afternoon we all went to Steve and Ruth’s annual BBQ – but it was all too much for dad and he ended up sleeping through a large chunk of it.
I did think about showing the two main images here as a diptych but the gestalt of each just didn’t work. Rather than working off of each other they clashed badly and work much better as singles.