My mother would have loved yesterday. Family gatherings were what fed her heart and soul. She's been gone for four years now. It hardly seems possible.
The walls of my home were bursting with family yesterday. On mother's day, my great niece Taylor Christine was born. Yesterday, circled about by her great-grandfather, her grandfather on both sides, her father and some uncles, she was given a name and a blessing. Afterwards everyone came to our house for a brunch.
I felt the empty spot where my mother should have been, so I carefully removed the one pink depression glass plate that I have from my china cabinet and filled it with the bannana bread I'd made from her special recipe.
I placed the plate on the dessert table in our dining room, amongst the cupcakes, cheese cakes, and a lovely black cherry chocolate cake.
Mom collected pink depression glassware, which as the name implies, was manufactured and sold during the depression to bring some color and cheer into otherwise gloomy homes. Mom was an avid collector, and my father still has every piece at home, most on display behind the glass doors of the two built-in display cases at his home. They are beautiful reminders of a beautiful woman who fiercly loved her family.
As I hand washed the empty pink plate last night, I felt my mother close by. Perhaps she was at the party after all.
The walls of my home were bursting with family yesterday. On mother's day, my great niece Taylor Christine was born. Yesterday, circled about by her great-grandfather, her grandfather on both sides, her father and some uncles, she was given a name and a blessing. Afterwards everyone came to our house for a brunch.
I felt the empty spot where my mother should have been, so I carefully removed the one pink depression glass plate that I have from my china cabinet and filled it with the bannana bread I'd made from her special recipe.
I placed the plate on the dessert table in our dining room, amongst the cupcakes, cheese cakes, and a lovely black cherry chocolate cake.
Mom collected pink depression glassware, which as the name implies, was manufactured and sold during the depression to bring some color and cheer into otherwise gloomy homes. Mom was an avid collector, and my father still has every piece at home, most on display behind the glass doors of the two built-in display cases at his home. They are beautiful reminders of a beautiful woman who fiercly loved her family.
As I hand washed the empty pink plate last night, I felt my mother close by. Perhaps she was at the party after all.
Yes, she was there.
ReplyDeleteMy mom collected Depression glass too. Off to have a wee weep.
I'll bet she was there and smiling ear to ear. ((HUGS)))
ReplyDeletePamela,
ReplyDeleteShe was certainly there and in your heart forever.
I'm sorry MJ, I didn't mean to make you cry.
ReplyDeleteJanet and Carmenzta, thank you. She was there. I've felt her presence off and on over the years since her death. Yesterday was one of those times.