"I Love You" - Encaustic on Wood. Available here. This morning I woke up with a tear in my eye, and I lesson in my heart. My Grandma Rose didn't suddenly pass away yesterday at 97. It was more like a slow, subtle, then sudden fading. She was diagnosed with dementia about 8 years ago, and since then she has not really been herself. And this morning, when I woke up, I suddenly realized that I wished I had spoken more with her before the dementia. I wish I had listened more intently and asked more questions when she talked about her youth, her life, politics and advice about everything under the sun. I listened, of course, but I was always in the rush of youth - itching to go to the beach or run away with friends. Now I wish that I had stayed and asked her more questions -- really listened and absorbed her infinite wisdom. Now it is too late for this. Yet it isn't too late for this great lesson about love. We should love while we can - as soulfully and attentively as possible... because you never know when a loved one can slip away (either slowly or without warning).
That said, I want to shout out a BIG thank you for your sweet comments and condolences here on the blog. I know it can be pain to leave comments -- with that annoying word verification, etc. - but I so appreciate you taking the time to write to me. HUGS.
