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 Packing, sorting, remembering, and a baloon...
Packing, sorting, remembering, and a baloon...

I'm still packing - I have not yet completed much but I will continue-I need boxes- tape and energy... I been remembering and kind of keeping a notepad of thoughts about projects she said she wanted to accomplish and ideas as well as just mere memories I want to keep and never forget. My mom lived with me for the past 11 years with me before that she lived in Mexico and did travel a lot back and forth to visit us and stayed for few months at a time, untill I had a life changing situation that allowed her to stay with me; we enjoyed so much our company and we did lots of art projects together ~MOM AND I BOTH ENCOURAGE EACH OTHER WITH ART- we had so much to do all the time it was never ending the list of things of ideas and craft stuff we had planned and some we did some well...they just waited for their turn, mom has always been my inspiration in life in many ways and still is even if she is no longer here with us I always told her that I would do every thing I could to finish all projects that she started and never finished or planed to do some other time... because it was a way for us to feel in communion of doing an art project together that way. Mom will always be remembered as a pure collector of paper and ideas accomplishments. I will do in my part all I can on finishing some of the projects we work together and some I know she would've like me to work with her, I know she would like that.

Today is SUNDAY, we used to go out and do something anything- even if it meant to ride in the car all the three of us together mom, Dylan and I.
I will still go somewhere with Dylan- and as he wished when we just found out mom had just passed he told me he wanted to send a message to -abuita- her by attaching a note to a baloon and then letting it go up to the sky, so he could tell her he miss her and draw something for her... a way from him to feel he can still communicate with her... so I will do it with him.
    Posted by damart on 2009-05-31 20:23:10 | Rating: | Views: 16
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