There was and never will be anyone more beautiful than you Lola, your Mama Lou.
When she passed away I was devastated. I asked a student of mine to take photos of her apartment (our apartment now) just as she left it, so you could see how she lived and who she was. I thought I was doing this for myself, but I now realize that it was also for you.
This is her bureau, in her bedroom. She was very feminine and loved her perfumes! I still have the trays. She would spend hours taking care of herself, slathering lotions onto her perfect skin, which even at 76 remained smooth and unlined. I still remember her sitting on the sofa in her pink silk pajamas (she called them panjamas), feet up on the coffee table, smoothing cream on her face. I can smell the sweetness of it.
Every once in a while, I get a whiff of that sweet smell in the house. Then I know she is there, watching and smiling.
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