Thanks to all who have sent messages of prayer and support around Anne's death.
At Preludium I have tried mostly to be about public matters, but for these moments I am just a child missing his mother.
Every photo tells a story. Here is one of my mother Anne and me, taken by my father, Ed, for a passport for my mother and me. Anne was about 26 and I was about 5. It's hard to think anyone could idealize people in a passport photo, but there it is.