How many of you have lost your Mom (or father — or any loved one for that matter)? How many feel they have lost their compass? Do you have the deep, lingering wish your guide were still within arm’s reach to give and receive a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek? Nearby to ask still more questions? I imagine there are a great many of you.
Mom passed away on January 26, 2003, after a courageous battle with acute myelogenous leukemia. Yet, while she is physically gone, I know she’s still with me. There are times when I can feel her presence, I know that she’s “here.” Sometimes I know she’s had some part in something that has happened in my favor, whether it is of good fortune or a lesson learned. Sometimes, things that I did not believe I could do or never really did all that well before somehow turn out great, as if she were here with me, guiding me all the way through. When I am in “the right place at the right time” to see a family member, meet up with a long lost friend, take in a beautiful sunrise or sunset, experience life as its best, I know Mom’s had a hand in that. In fact, I am certain she brought me to a place that I could feel comfortable reaching out to a new person in my life — the man who became my husband. The man who Mom would have dearly loved to have in our family. The man for me.
Jeff and I were married on 9.10.11 with family and friends all around. I walked in Mom’s shoes throughout my wedding … the very same shoes she wore on her wedding day, fifty-six years ago. Those must have been magical shoes — she and Dad were married for forty-seven years and had been together for fifty-two. With that kind of influence Jeff and I will be fine.
Recently married, I am also a graphic artist and amateur photographer. I am a wife, daughter, sister, aunt, great-aunt, friend and nut with a twisted sense of humor. I enjoy my family and friends. I like to travel, sight see and do some shopping. I like experimenting with food, trying new recipes, altering old standards and making up dishes from ingredients I have on hand or from leftovers. My mom was a great cook and baker and I have many wonderful memories of her expertise. As for my “expertise” … I feel that I am “simply playing in the kitchen,” but I do know when something is good and when it looks great, I photograph it. Speaking of photographs, I love to photograph my home state, Oregon. I love to see the beauty Mother Nature displays in “my own backyard.” This takes me back to our vacations with Mom. She’d make sure we looked out the car window and would stop so we could experience the location. She would share information, stories and folklore of each area. She was a great teacher and I am still learning.