Friday, September 10, 2010

To everything there is a season...


THIS IS A PHOTO OF US WHEN I WAS ABOUT 3 YRS OLD POSING WITH MY MOM...  JUST HAD TO ADD THIS TO THIS POST.

It feels like an old Russian painting.  It's my very favorite picture ever...I won't be painting for a bit.  My wonderful Mom of 88 years has passed into her Father's most wondrous arms.  And oh what a hug she's getting.  She was an artistic person as well.  She would tell me to get back to work as soon as possible so I will honor that wisp of wisdom.

I know she's having the time of her life with visits from her Mom and my dearest Grandmother as well as her sister and various members of her family.  She's sporting a new look and speaking of that, she's no longer legally blind and sees for distances one cannot even imagine.  Running across amazing plush fields of green, listening to the sounds of birds and flowers, yes, I bet some of those flowers sound like soft bells - hm-m-m-m makes you wonder.  So after my bout of missing her so very much, I will smile and know that my mind cannot possibly conceive of what He has in store for her and all of us!

As Dr. Seuss said, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened!"  I'm so glad this wonderful woman decided to become my Mother...  Thanks Mom!  Love you so very much...

5 comments:

  1. All the best to you and your family at this tender time. My Mom passed away in January and it just takes time. I wish you well and will be happy when you list your wonderful paintings again.
    Linda

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  2. very sorry to hear about your mother.

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  3. Barbara, My thoughts and prayers are with you. I, like you, believe in the place you described and do believe that all those who have gone before, once again reunite and watch over us. Take care of yourself and come back when you're ready.

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  4. this is beautiful and i know your mother would love this :) she was a wonderful woman

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  5. Such a great photo... it's timeless, as the love you shared with her is. Keep the love, the memories all close to your heart, and you'll always have a piece of her with you.

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