The Secret Life of Bees
Tuesday, March 31st, 2009I recently finished this book and if you’ve read my blog - my old blog - you know that I lost my mom several years ago now. The Secret Life of Bees is about a girl trying to find her mother. Unfortunately in the book, the mother had also died many years before, but she still felt the need to find her, at least find out more about her. But really, isn’t that how it goes? People we lose, people we like, people we just don’t know enough about, we crave knowledge about them. (I hope I’m not giving anything away about the story, but heck, the movie came out last summer so if you wanted to read the book, you could have done so years ago.) Well, anyhow, near the end of the story, she does “find” her and is faced with the truth. Truth can be good, and truth can be bad, and I think for the narrator, it may have been both. But what struck me, is that she found all the truth she needed, about whether she was loved, from a photograph, a simple photograph that showed her mother leaning toward her so close that they were touching noses. That’s all she needed to see and she knew was loved.
Do you have photographs that touch your heart and tell you the truth you need to know?

Photo Credit - Ellen Quaas
Me, my cousins and my grandmother (mom’s mother) in good ole Everett, Washington in 1975.
