As our aging parents encounter challenging health issues, their superhero status diminishes into a suddenly mortal one, with surgeries and possible death looming at any moment.
I took these photos of my mom after her bypass surgery. Tubes, a haggard, weak voice and grayish skin tone made me realize how delicate life is. How delicate HER life is.
Upon entering her recovery room, my father and I found my mom sitting on the hospital bed, with wet disheveled hair.
Although washed, her hair was left unkempt for a few short minutes while her attending nurse picked up extra items for Mom’s care.
My dad, a very typical logical engineer-type tenderly brushed her hair.
He's not particularly expressive with emotions so this was an especially beautiful moment between a couple I’ve mostly known through the eyes of a child.