My Mother was a rose.
I adored her.
We held her hands and we sang her praises of love and devotion as she slipped away peacefully at home.
It was an exquisite Sunday.
Frank sang a Fijian Farewell song and I sang childhood songs in Hungarian.
I’ve been quiet ever since.
I’ve given time to seep in her immense love for us that she left behind.
I admit I have taken my time to bring forth this news publicly. Some of you have reached out sensing the news in my silence.
I wasn’t ready.
I’ve given lots of days to writing her obituary. What an extraordinary life she had. I mean it. I keep remembering so many amazing things about her talents and accomplishments. She was a visionary in the culinary world opening restaurants with astonishing dishes decades ahead of trends.
I’m still proofreading the obit and I’ll share that when it is complete. I’m taking my time on that too perhaps in the make belief that if I don’t finish it she isn’t really gone…just like out of town or something.
I suppose there will be lots of make believing in this grief process.
I didn’t know I could love someone so much and I’m going to hold tight to her memory anyway I that I am able. It is that love that I will paint with for years to come.
It was the most marvelous honor to be her daughter.
I thank you Mom.
Travel well.
Forever Yours, Andrea