This is my mother, Helen. She passed away Nov 5 at the age of 70. I never knew she was ill, and knowing I will never see or speak with her again leaves me with a huge hole in my heart.
I attribute all my artistic talent to her; she was a wonderful artist and I will miss her so very much. I wanted to be able to go home to New Hampshire to visit this year, but it did not happen, and I am stricken with grief over it.
She loved landscapes and animals, always painting her pets as well as her friends' pets. I was always in awe of her talent, and I never started to develop mine until about 10 years ago when I began drawing again. Sharing that with her was something I treasure deeply. It was a connection that only she and I shared within my family, something we both found much satisfaction in.
Being the only member of my family who moved 'away' from home, I missed out having her at a moment's notice; my brother Kevin is so lucky to have been nearby all these years.
To my Mom, Helen. I will always love you and I miss you so very much, and every time I pick up a pencil, a paintbrush, or make a huge mess in my studio -- you will always be there with me since without you, I wouldn't have this wonderful gift.
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