I think I only knew about one son. Poor man.
That last rose picture is terrifying. Maybe it's just my perverted mind but it seems a riff on the old vagina dentata nightmare...
Well, an equally perverted mind just Googled it, even though she understood what it meant, so there xD I thought of that too, honestly. Kinda thought of the flower/mother in Pink Floyd's The Wall.
Your mother is astonishing. She definitely seems to have that force of life in her, that special energy. I'm really glad she turned around (because I do think in many of these situations, who you are and what drives you plays an important role in recovery). So, I'm so so happy for all of you <3
Otherwise, you are well, I hope? Missing your images and words around here.
(And after all, these lovely minutes will always exist, in the past.)
What a lovely way to describe it. Yes. There's something exhilarating about kicking death in the ass.