....but always returning to the next panel, the next verse, the next corner, and then on again I knew her time was passing, but she was always there, no matter what other flights of fancy and knots in the thread came along. And she was always full of life, joy and color.
So was my mother. I lost her very recently, and just like Hannah, I knew her time was slipping by. Until the very last, she was full of life, joy and color. She was also happiest when she was surrounded by her children.
My mom taught me so much, it was hard to even know how to take stock of it all.
She taught me to keep my best face forward and look things straight in the eye
....even on a bad hair day.
She taught me that learning starts early and never stops.
She taught me that even my brothers will be my best friends.
She taught me that while the king may sit on the throne, the queen rules the domain.
She taught me to recognize my gifts.....
...and to express them with passion.
So I'm going to move on with Hannah Pepper and think of my mother, as I did the night I sat in her chair and turned Hannah's last corner. Thank you Mom, for showing me the way.