My mom just had her 91st birthday in Houston and once again, I was not there to celebrate. This year was particular hard since Mom had a stroke several months ago and it has reminded us all that her time here on Mother Earth is nearing its end. There are days when she is alert and can remember the face of the person who walks in the door, and then there are days when she sleeps hours on end.
As is common with dementia patients, she continues to slip quietly into past memories. She loves to look at pictures of grandchildren and places she has been or events that left an impression. My sister said she is particularly drawn to the color red, which is odd since her favorite color was always blue. She always hated green, I think mostly because her own mother loved it so. Funny how that works--we reject the behavior and passions of our parents. I love green and don't like blue to this day. I made her a bright red tulip in a blue vase stained glass piece for her window at the assisted-living center several years ago to brighten her room and to ask for forgiveness for not being near enough to help in her care. She has been proud of my work--my work as an artist seems to bring her joy since she always knew how much I loved to paint and work in glass. It is the one thing I believe I have to offer her since I brought her so much misery and disappointment in my younger years. With her stroke, my sisters had to move her to a higher care facility in Houston--a place she has always hated and spent a lifetime trying to be free of. At least at this point, she is too unaware of her surroundings to know she has come full circle and returned. The new facility would not allow my stained glass to be hung since it requires drilling into the wall, etc..., but without it there, I feel disconnected somehow. My glass in the window served as my emotional and spiritual connection to her. It just had to be replaced somehow. So with that, I crafted a small, simple frit painting in salmon and pimento reds that can be wall mounted with adhesives for her 91st birthday. She should be able to recognize it since it is in bright reds and it is meant to remind her of what my life has come to represent--the road less traveled. I am hoping when it goes up, both Mom and I will feel that the world's delicate balance is once again restored.
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Lauren York
3/16/2015 07:00:37 am
what you wrote about your mother was beautiful. I hope she enjoys the new piece. Hope to see you soon
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Leana
3/16/2015 11:32:27 am
love this. So sweet!
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Bud Knight
3/17/2015 12:19:46 pm
Very beautiful, Diane. She will surely treasure this piece of art!
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Kimberley Brawner
9/2/2016 10:27:29 pm
What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.
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