Friday, January 7, 2011
My mother passed away from cancer 24 years ago today. I was so young and stupid then - just a typical teenager. I used to think her death woke me up and made me make something of my life. Now I realize that her wise and positive influence could only have made me better and propelled me further. Lucky for me, I have five wonderful siblings and a father to provide support in her place. When she was in the hospital, I painted her a purple rose as one of my art projects in high school. I remember thinking that at least this flower wouldn't die. Well, here is another painted flower that I dedicate to a mother that I only carry in my memory.