Well, here goes...
She was an artist, she painted for her living, mostly watercolor. Her pictures were so beautiful, I especially liked the landscapes ad flowers. She would sometimes paint simple things, just a chair, or single rose, etc. She was always so healthy, up until a few months ago, when she was diagnosed with lung cancer, for she had been a smoker most of her life.
She had a beautiful garden, and she could often be found there, when she wasn't in the studio. She enjoyed working outside, planting weeding, feeding the birds, and relaxing ont he porch. Her backyard is beautiful, it is a long slope running down to a river, with woods on one side, and a quiet street in the fromt. I wrote the poem "The River" in her backyard, I think I posted it here once. Her painting was an inspiration to me, not as an artist, but as a writer. Her home, woods, and river were my favorite places to write, and the paintings in her studio often gaveme ideas as well. She was so incredibly loving, and so caring to all her large family. When her brother-in-law died, she took in her sister, who has a serious case of altzheimers. She cared for her with such kindness, though it put such a strain on her. She was always helpful and energetic, even in the last month, she would do the dishes, cook supper, start ot clean, it became a challenge to get her to rest. She wanted to accomplish something in her lifetime, and I think teh best way she saw to do that was to raise her children and grandchildren to have good morals and be good people. We all owe so much to her and loved her very much. Now I want to post the poem I wrote here, for her...
[i]The River
The River in your backyard may be,
A River that runs to the sea.
Ever moving, ever changing
On its way to the sea.
To the sea,
To the sea,
Tiny whirlpools, raging currents,
Bringing boats that hold you and me
To the sea
Thanks for the idea Fljotsdale.