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Reflections:
Childhood to Motherhood
Mixed Media on cradled wood board
6" h X 12" w X 1.5" d; 2023
Embrace the Change
Life can unexpectedly throw curveballs our way, compelling us to embrace change.
During my upbringing, I never witnessed my dad's illness, except for a bout of flu. I vividly recall sitting beside him at seven, feeling his rugged old blanket, discussing nitrogen and oxygen—precious moments with a pharmaceutical rep who often traveled. At thirteen, my father's sudden illness led to his passing from a cerebral hemorrhage. My mother swiftly shifted gears to support her three small children. Teaching sewing in the neighborhood and taking weekend projects, she exhibited strength and determination, navigating challenges to raise us with faith and integrity.
Yearning
One monsoon evening, at around six or seven years old, I sat on our cracked black oxide kitchen floor as my mom prepared dinner. The heavy rainfall, frog croaks, and thunderstorms heightened my worry for my traveling dad. I longed for his early return in the darkness after a power outage. Mom reassured me, and, indeed, my dad arrived home safely.
Over three decades have passed since his departure, yet the longing for that lost love persists. The depth of losing a loved one lingers, but finding solace lies in living and reliving the joyful moments that bind us.
Over three decades have passed since his departure, yet the longing for that lost love persists. The depth of losing a loved one lingers, but finding solace lies in living and reliving the joyful moments that bind us.
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