A woman is free floating in her unique expression. This piece is for my grandmother. It has been the hardest piece that I have ever experienced that needed release and, yet, I feel the most peace in viewing.
I loved, and still love, her more than words can express. She taught me the value of kindness, of simplicity, of heart-felt work…of love. She had very different beliefs from me, yet we understood one another on such profound levels that when she passed I felt a piece of me die with her. She accepted me, loved me, cherished and believed in me, supported me and I never told her, in simple words, that she was a part of my soul, my reason for being here.
Mothers, we don’t really tell them on a fundamental level what they truly mean to us, at least I didn’t. I remember walking down the…
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