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I have accepted the inevitable. It took my entire strength. 4 days without my mom. 4 days, so full of pain and feeling of irreplaceable loss.

I have certainly been everywhere in my thoughts. I have visited every spot where we used to live, where we used to go, where we used to be happy.

My mom always adored all of my art; she adored the idea of creating beauty because she was a person who made admiration of beauty a big part of her life. She loved nature, and especially flowers and plants. She had seeded, planted and grown so many of them.

I had a chance to still show her the most recent pink flower collection and my mom was very delighted by it, but I have published it in all 3 previous posts.

I am posting the mom’s most favorite paintings this time. Some of them she kept very close to her.

Roses for my mom, will she see them — Roses for my mom, will she them? In the heaven?

The spring orchard painting was always in mom’s room. Love stays with us forever.

Spring orchard, acrylic painting — This painting forever belongs to my mom.

Rose for my mom — This rose was painted for my mom a few years ago. She loved it and I sent a card with this painting, too.

This sad time will pass, too.

Please, no more sorry messages and condolences. I know it feels the right thing to do, but when I will look at this post and at the post in lifeschool blog, I will be in the future already. I am very thankful for numerous support messages on my Facebook profile. I appreciate them a lot.

However, I would really appreciate comments about purpose and meaning of life, power of creativity and importance of art if you have ever been thinking about these matters.

I want to take with me to the future only the good memories and memories about the pleasant things we once had.

I will be traveling to Europe for quite many hours and then there will be the really important last things to do, and I hope I can check out the likes sometime later.

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Lifeschool blog: Flowers for my mom

It is amazing how things always survive people. Unfair, actually.

To celebrate love, I painted roses.

Soft as whisper and gentle as breeze.

To celebrate us, I painted a heart.

Deep as and ocean and large as sky.

To celebrate miracle, I painted a smile

And wrote underneath:

From me to you.

This was a moment when I still hoped my mom would recover. I was full of hope. The miracle did not happen. Yet, this small poem will always remind me that we hope even in hopeless moments and we keep going even when it feels impossible.