May 1, 2015
Many years ago, I bought a hand painted vase, filled it with flowers and gave it to my mother for Mother’s day. I loved that vase and it was hard to part with it. I admired it every time I went to my parents’ house. After a while I didn’t see it any more and kind of forgot about it. 10 years ago my mother was diagnosed dementia and passed away this past January. It was one of the hardest journeys I have been on. I have spent the last few months going through all of her things with my father deciding what to keep and what to give to charity. Imagine my surprise one week, when my father pulled my special vase out of the cabinet and asked me if I wanted it. I couldn’t believe it. There it was after all these years. I brought it home and put it on my table and have been waiting for the daffodils in my garden to bloom so that I could fill it. I haven’t been feeling well the last few weeks and haven’t had the energy to go out to the garden . The other night my husband went out to the backyard, cut some daffodils and filled the vase with them and surprised me. What a keeper he is! This will be my first Mother’s Day without my mother but every time I look at my special vase I will think of all the memories my mother and I shared together.
The garden is in full bloom. Yay! Spring is finally here!
Also this week, I finished my latest Knitted Art piece for the bedroom and framed it.