This is one of the last pictures I took of my mother. We were on a family vacation in Brittany, in the village where my wife and I had our honeymoon twenty years before. My mother was afflicted with crippling arthritis for the last twenty-one years of her life, but she always managed to stay cheerful. She did this, partly, by focusing on the good things about life, and not dwelling on the horrible disease that filled her life with pain. Here she is focusing (like the camera) on one of life's great pleasures--an ice-cream sundae. I still miss her terribly.