What we once enjoyed and deeply loved
we can never lose. For all that we
love deeply becomes part of us.
Love began with waking up and
loving my mother’s face.
A mother’s happiness is like a beacon,
lighting up the future but reflected also
on the past in the guise of fond memories.
~Honore de Balzac~
I have been absent from Artist of the Everyday because my mother died two weeks ago today, 18 days after her 92 birthday. Although her failing health was the official cause of her death, I believe she died of having lived a full life. Connie was ready to leave this earth, to be with my dad once again, along with her large family and many friends who went before her.
I’ve been in Wisconsin with my family where we shared countless wonderful memories of our mother’s love. We laughed, we cried, and although we will miss her every day, along with the grief we feel gratitude that she was able to be relatively active till the end of her life.
The last photo above was taken this past Christmas season when my sister, mom and I were decorating cookies, a family tradition of which I have many fond memories. However, I will cherish the memory of this last time the most.
The life of the dead is placed in
the memory of the living.
~Marcus Tullius Cicero~