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.
