Fall is indeed in the air, as I step outside in the morning and feel the gentle coolness I am taken to a different mood and time. Twenty-two years ago, my mother died, she lived to only 58 years old and today is her birthdate, she would have been 81 today. I often am saddened when I think that she never got to hug my two sons, there will always be a hole in my heart because I know she would have loved to do all those wonderful grandmother things. Oh, she would have spoiled them rotten!
Fall sometimes brings a gentle bittersweet sadness as I long for the soft touch of my mother's skin, she had the softest and smoothest skin I've ever felt (except for my Aunt Nell). I remember the nights and days before my mother died, we would laugh and watch "Golden Girls" together. I remember the visits by friends, family and Hospice. I remember how I would wash and curl her hair, she always wanted it to look natural-no teased bouffant do for Hazel!
Last week my youngest son celebrated his 19th birthday, two months ago my oldest celebrated his 20th birthday. They never knew their Granny, and that my friends is a difficult pill to swallow.
I painted this cardinal to celebrate my mother's birthday, Happy Birthday Hazel! Love you and miss you!
No comments:
Post a Comment