Yesterday's audition inspired another random thought.
Dakota posed for this picture just before singing his audition song. When I saw the photograph in a larger format, I was struck by something I did not expect: his expression reminded me of my yaya. She died when I was a small child, so my memories of her are faint, but for one brief moment her face looked back at me through my son. It startled me and stirred up feelings of forgotten sadness.
She was a sad woman in many ways, but I loved her dearly. Her memory endures through me and now through my children.