It was three years ago yesterday that my mother died as I looked on. And I've come to learn that my grief is harder when I choose to remember her like this, lively and with so much yet to give. Yet I tend to forget her last days so weak, so ravaged by cancer that when she passed I knew it was time and I was relieved to not have her in so much pain.
Burst Into Sunshine By Julie Bullock @ Scrap Orchard
Scatter Guides by Lizzy Pop Designs @ Scrap Orchard
Journaling: It is easy to remember you like this, sitting in your backyard enjoying your garden
which you spent so many hours on, each of which paid off. Letting my memories take me to the times you were healthy and strong filling the world of your grandchildren with love, attention, and lessons that they too still remember with such love. It is easier yes but in the same breath it make the grief so much more harder to deal with. While you were such a creative woman who enjoyed nature and with a seemingly endless supply of giveness to others I have to force myself to remember how it was so very difficult for you in the end. And how, no matter how much I hate to admit it as I feel it is some betrayal to my own mother, I have to accept that your passing was the best thing for you then. Iíll forever miss this part of you, the one so full of life and Iíll always share this image of you with my children and their children. You have passed on some great things to those little ones and they will never forget this part of you and neither will I.