Amethyst.......

Amethyst.....

This piece came from my grandmother's house, along with several other reminders of her personality. In a couple of weeks, my mother and I are driving north to her sister's house to pick up a few other things that came out of grandma's house. A chair she saved for me, some boxes of photos, a recliner that may be ugly, old and smelly, but it reminds my mom of her mom, so it is worth the trip....

It is hard for me to see my mother emotional and sad...

This is the time of life where we start to take over the responsibility roles for our parents and allow them to simply live the best they can...

Did I say I hate to see my mom cry?

I have a good bit of emotion surrounding my grandmother's death also, but she lived a very long time, and had a marvelous life. And....she wasn't my mother. So, while it is sad...it isn't too much of a lonely feeling.

I love this piece of her life. The amethyst....

I know that it was meant for me,

don't ask my why, it isn't important,

but it was my grandmother's hand reaching out across the

space that separates us now to touch me....

It is beautiful, like she...