|This is the picture of me in shorts (on picture day) and|
Toni is beside me in a pretty little dress I am sure her
Mother picked out especially for her.
I do not remember Hazel again for close to fifty years. When I did start seeing her routinely, despite being so ill herself, she always spoke of her love and concern for Toni and of her appreciation for her grandchildren's care of Toni. I guess Mothers will always worry about their children.
Although it is true, I do not want to voice the usual, "She is in a better place" or "At least she is not suffering." I do want to express my imaginations though. I envision the joyful reunions her Mother is experiencing now. I envision her lungs filled with clean air as she has laughter filled conversations with long passed loved ones. I envision the sun shining warmly on her as she walks arm in arm with her own Mother and Father. I envision her arms filled with beautiful bouquets as she sits on the banks of a clear stream surrounded by orchards of leaf covered trees shading meadows of green grass. I envision her pretty, smiling face as she no longer remembers a pain filled body. I envision her surrounded by pure LOVE.