A Memory


We lost my husband’s mother on April 11, 2014.

What I’m missing about her today is the way she used her interest in stories and art to forge memories with those she loved.

In the summer of 2006, two of her grandchildren often stayed with her while their parents worked. She entertained them by helping them create a masterpiece on a closet door. Over many days, they worked together on an elaborate story, drawing or cutting out pictures to represent the events, and pasting them into a collage.

She loved that closet door, as did the grandchildren, and it was still in her condo when she finally had to move out. I don’t know many  details of the story, but I do have pictures of the door collage that made her so happy.


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