Five years ago today I was on a plane back to Washington after my mother’s funeral. I had left my wife and kids behind so that they could wrap up a few things, but I had to be back to work. I carried on the plane three cut roses from the service; one pink, one red, one white. I still have those roses. They are dried and a bit faded now. They sit in a vase in my office. A gentle reminder of an incredible woman.
I am forever grateful for those who made it possible to spend those last two weeks with mom. You know who you are. Thank you.
I wanted to do something special to remember mom this year. I hope you enjoy this piece.
And thanks, Mom, for the gift of art.