She's Always a Woman to Me

Back in October, I flew to Oregon to help my cousins prepare my Uncle's house for his memorial service.  I quickly snapped this photo in the bathroom of my Aunt's various old perfume bottles.  I always remembered them from their bathroom and every visit since I was a young child; they remind me of my own past and of the lives lived by both her and her sister, my grandmother.  She passed only a couple months after my Uncle.  She was always a woman to me.