Raquel Amaral

My husband bought me a roll of canvas over a year ago because I wanted to paint on it. I’d never painted on a large canvas and I’m not a painter. But I’m a wanna be Painter.

One Saturday morning it was the perfect weather to paint outside. I thought where is that canvas? Found it! So I laid it out on the dining room table and cut myself a uneven piece.

I started to paint on one of tables outside but realize my back wouldn’t last to long bending over. So I hung the canvas under the patio cover.

I was so excited that I was actually going to paint, but didn’t have any clue what it was that I wanted to Paint. My hand just does it when I’m painting on my ipad. So it was also with the brush in my hand on this canvas.
The sun was beginning to beat down on me and so I went inside to get my hat. I eventually turned the canvas around and stood under the patio cover. I love the warm weather but I don’t like baking in the sun.

My very first Scroll, what do you think of it? I hang it outside when I’m in the backyard to admire it. But when I’m in the house I have it on a wall in the hall way.
I’m looking forward to making more scrolls. When the sun is out and I’m not busy.

A week ago March 10, 2013 my Mom took her last breath. My husband, my sister, my nephew, his son and me were with her.

I am over the numbness and I’m grieving.

She speaks to me with her spirit voice (thoughts in my 3rd eye). I never had anyone so close to me cross over before. Although, my Father died when I was 3. Perhaps I’ve always felt him and never knew it. I feel my Mother all around me especially in my car while I’m driving to work in the mornings.

The Saturday before she passed I went to get my camera. Her grandchildren (some) came over to visit her. She really enjoyed her day. I took lots of pictures. But for right now I’m keeping them private. For the last 2 years I would take a picture of her and me, thinking this could be the last one of the two of us. I have that picture now. It brings tears to my eyes.

Her Spirit is gentle, warm and Oh so loving. She tells me not to cry. I can’t help it. I miss her so much.

It will take some time to get use to BEING with her spiritually.

Her memorial will be held next Saturday at Connolly and Taylor, Martinez,CA at 11am, March 23rd.

Here is the very first photo that I have of my Mom and me.

I started a journal of my Mom’s journey from the day she had a stroke to today. I would write in it when ever I was moved too. Now as she is getting weaker I wish I would have written in it everyday.
One day while she was in the Rehab center trying to recover from being paralyzed on the left side of her body I asked her a bunch of questions?
What’s your favorite flower? She replied Daisy.

Today is International Women’s day. I am strong because My Mom is strong.
I am honored to be her daughter.

I’ve had my Mom for 54 years. She is beginning to transition to The other side. Many emotions Many memories, I want her to live forever. I want my Mom to call everyday after work. I want to think about visiting her on the weekend. I want her to show me her latest crocheting project. I want to hear her gossip. I want to see her look at me. I want to hear her call me hita.