It felt strange and sad and wrong to wrap and mail all my Australian family's gifts and not include one for Mum. So I decided to go ahead and make her a gift anyway. She adored butterflies, so I had to include that image. The daffodils she loved were blooming when she died, so they have also become a symbol of her in my mind. And the bit of lace in between is from her wedding dress. The wording at the bottom says "Smiles are not rationed" ... Mum was known for her big smile and sunny nature. After her death her many friends repeated that refrain over and over, that Mum was always cheerful and smiling.
I cried a lot while making this. That was my gift to myself -- the time and freedom to weep and remember.
5 comments:
good on you, Hashi - it's a lovely little piece.
I know I have not spoken much about you and your loss, I just want to give you your space to morn your way. I am always here for you and I hope you know that.
HWG
It is very beautiful Hashi. Christmas does so focus the mind on previous Christmases and the people we love.
Mum, this would of been so therapeutic for you...Thank you so very much for sharing this peice of your heart with me.
Dear Hashi, thank you for sharing that with us. I bet you're a constantly smiling person too, just like your mum - and I wonder if you know that "Hashi" in Bengali means "laughter". God Bless
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