What Really Matters

[furzicle]

It was Elizabeth who arranged the gallery because everybody was there. Cheerful pink and popping orange, thoughtful blues and soothing green canvases winked all around my parents’ verdant, shaded yard. It was a rodeo arena of art. And we were there to choose what to take home with us

Comments

[beautyofgrey]

I love that bit of wisdom at the end - you are right, our memories and the pieces of them we carry forward are the ultimate inheritance.

[baxaphobia]

Oh I can so relate to this post! We had to break up my mother's home that she lived in since her childhood. I still have a good chunk of "the inheritance" upstairs in the vacant apartment in my home. I need to go through it at some point to thin it out. This was a great post!

[roina_arwen]

What a lovely traipse through treasured memories!

[drippedonpaper]

I dread doing this one day. Hopefully my parents live more hears, though its been touch and go with dad several times recently.

Its hard. I hate that my grandparents homes are no more (ie, as they had them, furnished them, while they lived there)

So your mom was a painter? I would love to see the red painting you took home.

Hugs! Your parents sound like amazing oeople who learned all their lives :)

[furzicle]

I included a photo of the painting. Did it not show up for you?