LegacyWhen I fainted at my mother's memorial service, she would have teasingly said “Margaret, that's not like your mother!”
I had wished to be like her. As I matured, I found I needed my own personality and life. However, I still wished to emulate her ideals, attitude, and creativity. After years of hard work to support me as I was growing up, when she retired, Mother was finally able to manifest her personal dreams. The most important one was to paint.
I still have the many paintings she's gifted to me. I must say her latest ones are much more refined than her early ones. Still, I cherish them as a legacy of her enduring creativity. Mom had just begun to be known in the art world. After a few mini-strokes over the last 30 years, the big one took her. She passed away quietly in her slee
