Memories: Creative Support

Mother Hen and I were always encouraging each other in art and other creative endeavors. Today, a find brought that home… I’ve been trying to sort and clean just one bag, box, or corner at a time. Today it was a to-go-bag that we would use whenever we headed to a doctor office, went for tests, or drove to the ER. Along with all the typical stuff I found a tiny notebook on the bottom. Most of the pages are empty, but on several is her quite unique handwriting. Notes to herself, things to look up, other artists to look up… And several pages of names. She loved to look for new names for me to use in my stories. …

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Memories: Surprising the Painting

Mother Hen was a very talented painter. She loved landscapes, seascapes, and even painted spacescapes with me. She loved the Earth and the natural beauty in it. Several people later told us that they bought her prints to put in doctor offices because of how peaceful, colorful, and just plain beautiful they were. Her heart and peaceable ways very much came through in the finished product. Prints and originals of her work now reside in many countries around the world, and of course around the US. One day I fully intend to do something to once again share them again. Today’s memory is about her painting sessions. She loved to work the little details, but sometimes that detailed focus is …

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Dealing With the Memories

We lost Mom, A.K.A. Mother Hen, on January 10th. This Reddit response by GSnow has it right in so many ways. It feels like drowning right now. I’ve had losses before, but this is a big one. Huge one. I know, and knew, intellectually about the grieving process and that time will dull the hard edge of pain (with relapses). The hard part is getting there. I’m having issues with memories of the time in Hospice. The people there took such fantastic care of her and were so supportive of my Father and I. But it was still hard. Especially the last two days when her breathing became so uneven and her lungs filled up. The coughing she could barely …

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