Even weirder is that she's changed enough since that photo, that I had the same issue with the new photo. In just a few months, she again could have walked right up to me and I wouldn't have recognized her until she began to talk.
I haven't seen any recent photos of Dad yet. He never much cared to have his photo taken, a bit of an odd attitude for someone who loves taking photos so much that he could be a professional photographer if he chose to. But I'm betting I'd have the same problem with him. I'm betting he's changed enough that I wouldn't recognize him.
Of course, the thing is that once I knew those photos were of Mom, a few seconds later I had my mental image of her updated, more or less. In dreams, when I see her, she still looks like she did 11 years ago. And every time I see either of the updated photos of her, my brain doesn't immediately recognize her; it takes a few seconds still. It's like the part of my brain that holds the image of Mom doesn't quite accept it when the other part says "hey, that's not what she looks like anymore. She looks like this now."
This was cross-posted from https://fayanora.dreamwidth.org/1408838.html
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