Saturday, April 1, 2017

The Last Flower

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.


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