One whole year. My Mom has been gone one whole year.
She passed away late on a
Friday so we had plenty of time to plan her memorial and burial for the next
weekend. She had a lot of family and she was among the last three of her
generation, so we knew folks would need time to plan their travel if they were
to say their goodbyes.
The following morning
after she passed away, I rifled through my closet for all and anything that I
owned in purple. My mother loved bright
colors and among her favorites was purple. She had been a great fan of the
actress Elizabeth Taylor, the beauty with the violet eyes, so my brothers,
sisters, and I decided we would wear purple to her celebration.
We met the following
Monday to plan her funeral and afterwards I went shopping for more purple or
violet to wear. It was near the Easter season
and I figured it would be easy to find nice things in that color, but it wasn’t,
so when I wasn’t planning details for her memorial, I went shopping. I only needed a few items to get us
through the next week.
I cannot describe how it
felt each morning when I donned a purple or violet t-shirt to go with my jeans
or leggings. I made sure to wear amethyst earrings or a bracelet. When I found
something in a shade of purple, I’d jump on it and bought several to share with
my children and with my siblings. Purple became a constant reminder for me that
Mom was still with us.
We had the visitation and
rosary on the Friday, a week later. We
had her funeral Mass and burial the next morning. Everywhere we looked, her family wore bits of
purple, and we spent the day celebrating my mother’s long life.
The day ended and we all
headed home. I took off my purple and changed back into my usual gray tee and blue
jeans. It was time to let Mom go. She was with her heavenly Father, but HoneyBunch
called me to come see the evening sky. It had been a beautiful, clear day, and
as the sun set, the clouds looked like the skirts of a grand lady as she leaves
the ballroom. They were a rich purple and violet.
Mom was signaling her
good bye.
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