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Of Hope and Sadness

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This is a pastel portrait I did of Mum around her 86th birthday. She had an amazing, difficult and varied life and I miss her so much. She was my constant companion in the years before her passing. We had some great fun and Mum was always full of kindness and fun.

At this time of year I am filled with hope for the new year starting but sad, bittersweet reminisces of times past. Mum is my hero — a dreamer, an artist, mother of 11 children (one was miscarried, but she never forgot him), Grandmother to countless grandchildren and great-grandchildren. No, she wasn’t perfect but she always had time to lend an ear, lend a hand, a kiss and cuddle.

ALWAYS APPRECIATE THOSE PRESENTLY IN YOUR LIFE BECAUSE IT’S TOO LATE ONCE THEY’RE GONE.

The following is the poem I read out at Mum’s funeral.

GONE

Purposefully he strides into the room
Fixes her with his basilisk stare
With fear and excitement she steps forward
Into his calm, dark embrace
A sigh and she is gone
Whisked away from us who try to hold her back.

Her shadow, the memory of her
The hope and joy of her past life
The sure serenity of her undiminished soul
Passes amongst us even as we mourn that passing.
She whispers of Love and respect, patience and forgiveness
All the things that have defined the woman we so admire.
She sings of hope, quiet faith and eternal life.
She weaves in out of our midst
Collecting our tears, hushed words, shared laughter and memories
As talismans against the darkness of forgetfulness
As keys to unlock the secret door to eternity.
She reminds us that her purpose here is past
That she must now leave and continue her journey
Assures us that we are still fulfilling our own individual destinies
That we must strive to enjoy the time left to us
Our own years, months, days, hours or minutes.

We must pass on those gifts of
Love and respect, patience and forgiveness
To all we meet and touch as we celebrate her life completed.

She bids us farewell, waving from the heart of those gone before
Her daughter, her husband, her mother, her grand-mother…
They embrace her, reassure her, lead her to the light
Of all knowledge and all understanding
Where we, at our appointed times, will join her.

Gone but not forgotten…
Doris Thelma Christian nee Clemo.

(c) Rosa Christian

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Edit: I’ve just changed the top image to the portrait because the latter was not showing in the portion of my post on display. If this doesn’t work I’m going to be cross FB…

Well here we are well into January..I’m attaching photo of a painting I did for my friend for Xmas. Its her daughter. I had fabulous fun doing this and loved having her greet me each morning from the easel in my tiny kitchen.

That’s odd…I have no idea why it has come out so dark…anywho… This is what I’ve been busying myself with just prior to Xmas. Doesn’t she have magnificent bones!

Have decided to do an oil painting next…its been a while so all my tubes had to be jettisoned and now I’ll have to buy some more…rats. That will have to wait.

In the meantime, remember I will work on commission and paintings in my Gallery on this site are for sale..either pm me or email via this site.

Hope your New Year is going swimmingly…no seriously go swimming, its too bloody hot to do much else…

Ciao for now, Rosa