This piece, in progress for a year, is finished.
The image is from my grandmother's photo album, of her two girls.
The older is my mother.
I am the younger of two daughters.
My mother's sister died in childbirth, in her twenties. I was three.
My mother says, her sister is always 20 now; she'll never age.
For the rest of us, time repeats, changes, ends, begins again.
Meanwhile I'm wrestling with my mother's finances - taxes, paperwork. If I could get them in picture form, would all these intersecting numbers make more sense to me?