As I mentioned in one my earlier post, (see About Bluebirds and Butterflies) I lost my dear Mother in 2008. She had been ill with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma and passed away within a few months. Sadly, I also lost my Father two month's later to advanced Parkinson's Disease. So, very suddenly, both my parents were gone.
It is so hard to learn to walk down the path of life without the two people who have loved and supported you throughout your life. After all, your parents held your hand to guide you down that path when you were very young!
(A photo of my Mother with me when I was about 3 taken at a lake in Florida. Wasn't my Mother a beautiful lady? She looked like a movie star to me!)
As I said in my previous post, my Mother and I were very close. She was not only my Mother but also my best friend. Even though I had relocated from Florida to the Seattle area, we continued to talk on the phone to each other a few times a week. I miss those conversations! Having something special to share about my children and not being able to tell her (or my Dad) was one of the first bumps I hit along my journey. It is hard, especially the first time, when you want to tell your parent about some big event in their grandchild's life and you realize you can't. I think all of us face this when we lose our parents---especially if you were a very close family like our's. So--the path changes for you.
Yes, the journey comes to a fork in the road when you lose someone you love. Unfamiliar territory begins at first. You may encounter some hills and rocks to climb over. But, keep going on your climb in life... because good things are ahead for you!
Up ahead, the road will eventually come to a meadow where you will begin to see beautiful things again---reminders of the presence of your loved one. Suddenly, there will be butterflies and flowers! You realize that you are now on the road to healing. You KNOW that you have taken the right fork in the road. You may suddenly notice visible reminders that this person is still there walking with you.
Several years ago, a very close friend of my mother taught her to hand-weave baskets. The two friends spent hours together browsing through basket weaving shops in Florida to gather materials for their hobby. They would come back home with their reed, handles and dye and spend hours sitting on the back porch of my mother's friend's home chatting and weaving. Sometimes, they would get together to exhibit and sell some of their beautiful baskets at neighborhood craft shows.
Ofen, my mother would use some things she found right in her own backyard, so to speak, as material. She would sometimes use the wavy reed that you find in some of the native palm trees that grow in Florida. She was very creative and became almost an expert in the art of making baskets.
Many years ago, when I lived in Houston, she came to visit me and brought some of her basket making supplies. One night, while everyone was sleeping, my mother and I walked out to my back porch where I had a wrought iron table and chairs. Sitting comfortably on the cushioned chairs, we stayed up for hours talking. While chatting, my mother finished weaving a basket and explained how to put the "spokes" together which would become the base of a basket. I tried my hand at a "beginner's attempt of a basket" which I finished and still have. My mother, though, was the expert!
She fashioned them in all shapes and sizes using a variety of materials.
The baskets ranged in size from large to the very smallest creation!
My mother gave my siblings and I several of her lovely baskets as gifts. I have kept each and everyone she gave me through the years.
I have her handiwork displayed throughout my home. They hold magazines or seashells that I have collected on beaches.
All the baskets are beautiful and precious! And though they may not all be the same size or store things that I own, they have one have thing in common-----they were all labors of love, and they all hold my heart! When I look at my collection of baskets, I know that my Mother's hands lovingly touched each and every one. They have become my "flowers in the meadow" on the path of life that I talked about. Reminders that my Mother will always be with me in my heart and memory as I continue with my journey of life....
Have a beautiful day today! xoxo