“Every time I see a cardinal,
I know my (grand)mother is with me.
This regal, red bird was
Grandma’s favorite.”
~ Kris Carr
“Every time I see a cardinal,
I know my (grand)mother is with me.
This regal, red bird was
Grandma’s favorite.”
~ Kris Carr
In the early morning hours my mother, Marian, peacefully slipped away to spend eternity in the Church Triumphant. She lived a humble life, focusing on simple things. She liked John Wayne movies, Louis L’Armour books, Willie Nelson’s braids, and Johnny Cash music. From her backyard swing, she’d feed wandering squirrels, ambitious chipmunks, and hungry birds. Purple irises and pink hollyhocks lined the wooden fence every Spring. With a youthful spirit, she loved board games, playing cards, and walking on wooden stilts. Her favorite fragrance was “Tabu” perfume and she wore it as long as I can remember. She was everything you love about life. Godspeed. I love you, Mom. 💕🍃🌸
“The mother art is architecture.
Without an architecture of our own
we have no soul of our own civilization.”
~ Frank Lloyd Wright
“The heart of a mother
is a deep abyss
at the bottom of which
you will always find forgiveness.”
~ Honore de Balzac