Mom always enjoyed painting, particularly still-life
watercolors of flowers. When she came to
Mesa to live close by us, I would visit with her each day and we would visit about what
was happening in her life. She was
lonely and bored, and I would always encourage her to participate in
activities. In particular, I was always
trying to get her to paint again. I
bought her art notebooks, art supplies, and even a cushioned lap desk on which she
could paint while sitting. But she never
felt like doing it. Finally, two weeks
before she passed away, she did a drawing.
It really wasn’t much of one – a penciled sketch on a scrap of paper of
a flower I had brought her from her front yard.
She was standing up in her moo-moo drawing it when I walked in her room,
and I asked her what she was writing. “It’s
the drawing you always wanted”, she said.
“It’s for you”. It became her
last work of art in this life. I had it
laminated, because to me it represents a tender act of service during a difficult
time for her.
LESSON LEARNED: The
little acts of service we perform may in fact be very meaningful ones to others.
FEEDBACK: WHAT
SEEMINGLY SMALL ACTS OF SERVICE FROM SOMEONE HAVE MEANT A LOT TO YOU?
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