Time Marches on, like tears

Warning to my readers -- this is not a quilting post.

March is a difficult month for me and I suppose it always will be -- for me this is a month of loss and today (3/8/2014) marks 13 years since my mother left this earth. 

She was a wonderful, loving, supportive, funny and playful person.

She wasn't a crafty person herself -- and would tell anyone that she couldn't draw a stick figure, but she loved watching and nurturing my creative endeavors. I know she would be so proud of the things that I have created in the last few years with quilting. The one and only quilt she ever created was my baby quilt, in all it's polyester glory. 

As I was looking for photos to share here I was reminded of all the times I still she her -- in myself, my sister and my nieces. 

Born 11/6/1949 

around 3rd or 4th grade

her first day of high school 

this is the only picture I have my mother and my father together

my mother and step father 

the last time we went to the beach 

the last time getting together with her siblings 

(mom, grandpa and my uncle all were being treated for cancer at this time and all have since passed)

In the family they believed that the after life was like a big family gathering filled with laughter, food and loved ones that had past before you but everyone was in the prime of their lives. I hope they were right and one day I will get to see them all again -- because sometimes life is so difficult when part of your heart is gone.