Happy Birthday Mom...Misty for You

My Mom, Theresa Yori,  passed away December 28, 2012. We buried her after New Year this year.  Today is her birthday. October 28th...It would have been her 85th birthday.."Misty" was her favorite song. She could belt this song out just as well as any professional singer. She had such a beautiful deep vibrant voice. I vividly remember hearing Mom sing that song all during my childhood.  After she died, we found an audio tape with her on it. It was taped during a New Year's Party with her family. She was singing it. It was so beautiful.

After we discovered it, Dad kept listening to it over and over again. At one point, he called me upset because he inadvertently recorded over part of it. I knew I should have taped over the record button so he couldn't do that. But at any rate, maybe Mom just wanted to keep that song private for her and Dad. Who can blame her?

Mom, I know we didn't always see eye to eye on things and our relationship was always rocky but today I'm misty for you. I hope you are singing this to Dad today on the otherside. I know he really missed hearing you sing it and he would have preferred to have you sing it to him in person and now that is possible ...... Happy Birthday Mom.

Ramblings of Spring & Strange Dreams

Hand Painted Porcelain Tray

Spring is on it's way and so is Easter. Things that come to mind resurrection and new life, flowers, green, warm rays of the sun.

I was thinking the other day we had a mild winter and I was hoping for that early Spring that the Groundhog said we'd get but wait, the weather man says we are having a snow storm tomorrow....well that puts a crimp in things

Speaking of new life and resurrection  I had this dream the other night. I was at some painting seminar and was going to bed. We had bunks (for some strange reason) in the hotel. I climbed in the bottom bunk and I saw my Mom's face (she passed away on Dec 28, 2012).

She was saying that she could see her Mother (my Grandmother) and she was surrounded by colorful radiant light. That doesn't surprise me because Busha was faithful to the Lord. Well anyway, I remember saying to Mom, "Mom, I REALLY don't want to see dead people." and I up and left the bunk bed...strange dream. Hope if she was coming to me in the dream that I didn't hurt her feelings. I wonder if you get hurt feelings in the afterlife?
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The piece of porcelain above is available in my Etsy shop. Here is the link: http://www.etsy.com/listing/102662783/china-painted-dogwood-and-cross-dresser?

A Little Over a Month Has Past....

Picture of Mom taken by my grandson

....since my Mom passed away. Sometimes I  find myself thinking she's still here.  I think I have to talk to Mom. But I can't call.

Shopping today  there was a lady with the same color hair and the same hairdo. I did a double take. She didn't look like Mom but she reminded me of her. I stared. I hope she wasn't offended.

Sometimes I get a whiff of cigarette smoke and I think she's here but she's not and there's no one around.

Two days ago it was my parents 63rd Wedding Anniversary. I don't think Dad remembered. He was always bad at remembering that date. This year I was thinking it's a good thing he didn't. Or at least he didn't say he did.  I hope Mom didn't mind too much.

A Prayer for a Deceased Mother

O God, who hast commanded us to honor our father and our mother; in Thy mercy have pity on the soul of my mother, and forgive her her trespasses; and make me to see her again in the joy of everlasting brightness. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.