Thinking about Mama: On this date, fifteen years ago, she died. Loss of a loved one, especially a parent, is always with one… but with each passing day, grief and pain yield to comfort, remembering the little things, that over the years, become treasured memories…
Giving thanks for our lives and the guidance she and my dad gave to both my sister and me, the grands and their children – some who only know her through photos, our stories, our memories…
Inspired and comforted being in my sewing studio, which was once her bedroom, especially with the sunlight streaming in. Remembering that my first blog – on blogger – was started as a way to remember and honor Mama and to document my stories …
Feeling warm, buoyed, honored and strengthened. Mama ( and Daddy) always treated us with respect, encouraging us to appreciate and be the very best version of ourselves – to learn … Ancora Imparo. I am still learning ~ Michelangelo
About the picture:
- The grapevine angel holds dried flowers sent to me by my dear friend Kathy when my mother died. I set them on the angel, never expecting the wreath to live this long. I treasure seeing it every day, many times a day…
- The statue of a weaver was made by my friend Pat’s mother and given to me by Pat – who knew my mother and that she also wove. The postcard photo of the Sandia Mountains in New Mexico overlooks the area where my mother’s cremains are buried…
- The quilted fleur de lis I made in honor of my mother two years ago; I shibori dyed the fabric and hand stitched the iris.
Morning Glory Studio 
Such a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing Honore.
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What a lovely tribute to your mother! Wonderful memories, thank you for sharing! XO
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Thank you Kat. I think you’d have loved my mom – a lot!
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lovely, Honoré – and that weaver sculpture, takes my breath away … I hadn’t focused on how close together our two parents’ passings were … HUGS!
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I thought the same thing Mary when I read your post and noted the date/time…HUGS indeed!
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Loss and memories go hand in hand. What a wonderful tribute to your mother. I am glad you have beautiful momentos and memories to remind you of her everyday.
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Thank you Jane. I do so appreciate the memories and the momentos.
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The wreath is beautiful and it is so nice that it is still with you to spark sweet memories of your mother.
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Thank you Dee. I do so love that I have the visible memory as well.
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Such a lovely trio of photos, with their delicate colours – and your thoughtful words to accompany them. Kathy’s bouquet has indeed lasted wonderfully, as have your bright memories of your mother and her talents. I love your quilted fleur de lys …
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