My mom died. I was in her house, the house where I grew up, for the first time in about six years. This is the mirror in the dining room. In the background, photos on the wall of my brothers, my mom, my oldest brothers wife, and me. The larger oval portrait, from Sears, is me when I was a baby. Mom said that that portrait had hung in the window as an advertisement for Sears Portrait Studio after being entered in a contest.