Well the above box, sent by my sister, has sat in my foyer for over a week. I delayed opening it because it felt so final.
Years ago we had divided up my Mom’s artwork when we moved my parents into an assisted living place and they took with them only five of my Mom’s original paintings. (If you missed it previously, you can see the artwork of my Mom’s that I own on this blog here and here.)
Now it was time to divvy up those remaining five paintings. Typical for how things among my sisters have gone, we thankfully all wanted different ones. My one sister wanted the two florals, I wanted the abstract, and my other sister wanted the urban scene and the sunset. And in that box was the abstract, my last painting from my Mom.
I opened it today, and you can see it below through the glass of the frame. It is surreal to think that she is gone, as her vitality still remains with me…