The year before she died, we had gone to the pumpkin farm together. My heart was not in going without her, but I knew she would want me to go, so I went. I sat down at the picnic table where I had sat with her the previous year. As I was crying and reflecting on her, I looked down and these glasses were on the bench seat of the picnic table. I did not place the leaves or touch the glasses. I took a picture of them exactly as I found them.
My mother wore glasses just like these for years. I have hundreds of photos of her in them. My mom was telling me she was with me always!