I mentioned in an earlier post that I love writing (and receiving) notes and letters. It’s such a simple way, really, of saying hello, giving thanks, and sharing a memory or snippet of news.
Today, in honor of mom’s birthday, I penned this note in my journal. I write one to her (and my Dad) every year, even though they are both not here.
Happy Birthday Mom!
Today is August 8 and it’s your birthday. I miss seeing you, since you made your graceful exit 11 years ago.
Of course, you are right here with me in my memories, in my heart.
More strikingly, though, is how you are here with me as I go about my day.
You’re right here with me as I find myself saying “What are you doing for fun today?” and “A little money calms the nerves”, two of your classic expressions.
You’re here with me whenever I stop to marvel at a colorful flower, the texture and shape of a tree, and the play of shadows across the ground.
You’re here when I walk to the bluff and try to count the many shades of blue and green that dance in the water below me.
You’re here when I smiile and say hi to strangers, or thank that nice person ringing up my groceries.
Mom, you’re here with me as I listen to your favorite classical music, especially Alicia de Llaroccha and her gorgeous Iberia. (In fact I’m listening to her right now as I write out this letter to you).
You’re here as I delight in the bounty of people who inspire me. I often write them notes to say so, just like you did.
You’re here as I filled a white bowl this morning with freshly picked raspberries, vivid green snap peas and two scarlet rugosa rose blooms. You always filled our home with love, light and beauty.
You’re here with me as I pluck a good book from the library shelf, visit a neighborhood bookstore or swap “what are you reading today?” lists with family and friends. (And yes, I always mention that I’m Andrew Clements‘ sister!)
You’re here with me as I travel along in life, even though it’s been eleven years since I have held your hand or kissed your cheek.
Today, on what would have been your 92nd birthday, I’ll pick a bouquet of white daisies from my garden and hear your soft words, ”Always have white flowers in your garden, dear. They provide your eyes with a place to pause”.
And I’ll continue to create each day, with you by my side, as I hear you say:
I am so very blessed.
With love and gratitude,
your daughter
Lovely Francis – your mom would be so proud of the delightful woman that you are!
Wow Maude – thank you! The words just tumbled out of me this morning – and bravely, I hit Publish! ; ) Happy Birthday two days early….I have so many delightful Leos in my universe! xoxo
I’m a little choked up after reading your letter. I loved that one of your mom’s sayings was “What are you doing for fun today?”. She was into artist’s dates!! I agree with Maude that she would be so proud of you!
Hi Shelly – Thanks for commenting here my dear – I’m thrilled you stopped in to say hello. You and I could fill a giant notebook with DKC stories from the early years. : ) And you’re right – she loved Artist Dates! She gave me my copy of the A/W many years ago..and I didn’t pick it up and complete it until 2007. Funny how that happens. xo
Oh gosh, Frances!
How lucky you two were and still are, to have each other in your lives!
What a loving legacy.
Yay Nancy – I’m hearing from my dear friends today! Thanks for your kind words – I like the ring of ‘loving legacy’ – that pretty much sums up my Mom’s life. See you soon hopefully
This is lovely. I thought of her today as well, but not with quite the clarity and eloquence from my DD sister. Thank you for all you do to keep the full expression of joy close at hand!
Your brother Jeff
Jeff – I think our time together two weeks ago was part of the spark for this letter to Mom. Thanks for stopping in virtually with your sweet feedback. xoxo
So well written little sister! Our mom IS terrific and your tender memories and wonderful vision of the world around you keeps her in our hearts and minds. She gave some great gifts to all of us in her lifetime and I believe YOU (my lovely creative, sweet and caring kid sister) are a great example of how she lives on. She is indeed, right here.
Thank you Matthew…I sure have lots of inspiring footsteps to follow as the youngest Clements. xoxo
What a wonderfully personal post. It makes me feel as if I could know your Mom. I could almost hear the voice say, “you need white flowers, dear…” Thank you for helping each of us think lovingly of our own parents/mentors who’re no longer here.
Hi Mary Ellen – thanks for stopping in today! I’m glad my letter to Doris resonated – I do find it amazing how my mom’s voice especially calls out to me as I go about my day – thankfully most of it is good stuff: she was quite an influence!