Those people aren`t related to me Kwon.....it was the narration above the pics posted by the photographer who was the actual relative.
My sister sent me a ton of family pics, as I was a gypsy losing lots of personal belongings during my drinking days,couch surfing,street life, etc........I do cherish those pics......my mom died from Cancer at the tender age 48......way too young.......she was a great lady with a messed up son who has since made amends as best I could and I believe I became a better person for it.....but that`s up for debate! 
It literally took me 7 years to accept my mom's death as she was my best friend, I went on a 7 year drinking binge in full depressed mode.............my father was a woman beating drunk so even though I was far from a mamas boy I could talk to my mom about anything as opposed to my father who couldn`t have given a shit about his family what so ever.
When she passed I poured drinks on supposedly tough pimps shoes repeatedly....stared into their eyes like I was a madmen, followed them around the bar and kept pouring drinks on their kicks until the pussies left,kicked out department store plate glass windows,dared bouncers to evict me from bars,and nobody had the balls to try to out crazy me.
Sorry about the tangent and TMI but it`s still a bad memory for me as I could have done much better by her.
Middle Child Of Peace
My mom in the pic below...........very young. !!
Same here Wes, i blamed myself for my mothers death for many years ( i couldnt save her with CPR and she died in my arms) and i was a wreck for several years after that.
I was always on my mothers side growing up when my parents argued and shoes were flying.
I know the feeling and i can understand what you went through since it was similar for me.
My grandmother in the upper row here and my great Grandmother in the center. (Quite the Matriarchy at that time since she outlived her husband)
My only memory of my grandmother is this.
