We’ve always wished to one day see Cape May frosted with snowflakes. It’s a magical place, a place where my Mom and I would retreat to at least twice a year for some Mother/Daughter time and a plan-less week where we could do anything or nothing, whatever mood would strike us at the time would lead us to our sanity.
It had been 2 years since we’d gone away together, after the Hurricane Irene mess was finally behind us we booked the first available week which happened to be the last week of March 2013. Somehow we got our favorite room on the 3rd floor overlooking everything we loved, the previous 2 years had been so stressful we didn’t do much more than relax. It was a perfect week and imagine our joy upon seeing an out-of-nowhere snowstorm. Beautiful perfection!
I had no way of knowing that would be our last trip together.
I had no way of knowing my beloved Mother would pass away less than a month later.
I didn’t take as many photographs as I usually do this time, I don’t know why.
I did snap a few photos of the snow, one in particular of some kind of cabbage-type flower thing my Mom loved. It was dusted with snow and I wanted her to see how it looked. She didn’t want to walk around in the snow so I set out with my camera and took video so we could watch it together. She loved looking out the window just watching, so my camera became the window for her to see the miraculous snowstorm.
It was just a one day snow event, but it was something we’d both yearned to see. On the way out of town we did our usual stop at Uncle Bills Pancake House overlooking the ocean. My Mom and I are alike in many ways and one of those likenesses was always dread at the thought of having our pictures taken so while we sat there eating the best pancakes in the world I covertly took a photo of her.
I had no way of knowing it would be the last photograph I, or anyone else, would take of my Mother.
And I had no way of knowing the pain of losing her would be this devastating.