My mother died when she was only 73. Today would have been her 83rd birthday. I can’t believe ovarian cancer took her so quickly in 2016. FUCK CANCER. Through the magic of artificial intelligence, last night I was playing around with her pictures. I consider myself the family archivist, having digitized all photos from multiple generations long before my house fire, of course. My sister said this is her favorite picture of my parents, taken a few months before my dad died in 1990. He also died young, predeceasing one of his parents, as my mom did.

Well, I almost fell on the floor when I heard my mother audibly LAUGH in the AI-generated video of her on that swing: