Monday, March 10, 2014

March 10

70 years ago today, the world welcomed an amazing woman. Taken too soon, but so influential in the lives she touched, then and now. Her memory, spirit, love of nature & family and cooking skills  live on in her daughters, grandchildren (even those who never got the joy to meet her) and all those who loved her. Missing her today and everyday, but so thankful for the 27 years for hugs and lessons.
On our birthdays, we were always so excited to help Mom make our favorite dinner, tradition in our house growing up. So today, since I don't have bluegill to fry (LOL!), we will eat slow cooked pot roast and potatoes... and she will smile in approval.

So though the girls don't realize why my mind is a bit preoccupied today, I will celebrate in my own small way. 

Addolorata Cemetery, Malta

A few months ago, when driving to the south end of the island, we passed a cemetery perched high on the hillside outside of Paola/Valletta. It enthralled and moved me, just to pass by. With its location, I could only view it for a moment, its crypts and stone solemn and beautiful, all the love and memories resting on that hillside. It was important to me to return alone and walk down the paths, to feel the lives there and digest the beauty. 
 
Often people are puzzled by the day of the dead dolls I love or the jewelry I wear. Cemeteries are no different, I find comfort and beauty in the dead. Not in a weird way, just in the memories, beauty and history it means. Maybe losing my family young made me find comfort and love for others who've been lost. 
This cemetery is beautiful and a testament of the remaining love and care for those who've left this Earth. I hope those reading will see its beauty also. 
Doors

Window, flowers, art and protectors:

Structure: