My mom loved flowers so much
I have to write this small last chapter to conclude the story which hit me hard on February 22.
As I mentioned in my art blog, I have accepted the inevitable.
I had very strong hopes still all last week, unfortunately not everything happens as we expect.
I am flying to Europe and after Thursday I would love to start living in the present and look forward to the future.
It will have a lot of wonderful memories, and each picture tells a story.
It will be difficult at first, but that is what life is about: we have to eventually move on.
I am not somebody who wants to wave the flag of pain and sadness for the rest of my days. I believe we can immerse ourselves in a great future regardless of suffering and pain in the past and learn a lot from it.
This post feels almost like keeping some unspoken promise. The story ends, but the legacy left to me lives on.
My mom’s life consisted of hard work for the most part. She was never having any vacations, and the only trip she ever took was in 2010 to Canada where she spent a month with us.
She went through the Second World War, and as her mother passed away in the result of an accident, mom had to take care about her twin siblings. They were 4 and she was 13. The house they were living in 1943 got hit by a bomb and they, too, rushed out of town and towards the Northern part of Latvia where there was still chance to survive without being hit by a stray bullet.
There was starving and fighting for life, and there was complete insecurity, and she was just a teen, a kid actually, but she managed.
Russians took over Latvia after the WWII, and that’s when a new battle began for my mom. Her dad and the older brother had been among the Latvian nationalist fighters, and the oldest brother had studied to become a priest. With such relatives, one couldn’t hope to get a good job or opportunity to settle down.
Still, my mom worked at nursery school and sang a lot. She had a wonderful strong voice and she was very welcome to join the choir and performed at different gatherings.
My dad returned from Siberia and GULAG in 1956. He met my mom and they got married in 1957. It was big love, honest and great relationship which provided with a family model me and my sister. They lived in a happy marriage for 48 years until my dad’s passing in 2005. Unbelievable, they reached almost the golden anniversary! I believe my mom was never quite as happy after the shock and pain following dad’s passing.
My mom was a wonderful fashion designer, and I learned sewing very early just watching her. She had a very vivid and bright imagination and turned her ideas into adorable dresses, suits, coats, blouses and so on.
She never had just one job, she always worked for private clients at home, too, and afterwards in the garden up to the moment when it was so dark outside that one couldn’t see clearly.
Music and flowers were always her big excitements. She sang and listened to others. She had exclusive taste when it came to interior decorating, personal style and personal image. I guess, I got that from her.
She was extremely organized and neat and I have inherited that also.
88 years is quite a stretch of time. So much has happened and so much has changed.
Her life could have been longer. The care she received at hospital was delayed, negligent and, as the final test showed, the treatment was wrong. Well, it’s too late to figure out what if.
Mom was very much loved and deeply respected.
May this small picture gallery serve as my input in celebrating her gorgeous life!
Please, no more sorry messages, although I am aware that is what one wants to do to show their respect. There is a special post on my Facebook profile where one can leave such messages, link at the bottom.
However, I would really appreciate comments about purpose and meaning of life, power of creativity and importance of art if you have ever been thinking about these matters.
I am looking forward to a day without pain and sadness. It is the 4th day without my mom. I have come to accept the inevitable outcome.
The main thing is: she was a wonderful mom who taught so much of life skill to children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She left a very meaningful legacy for us to follow.
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