It’s been 2 months since Mom died and I keep being drawn back to Supported Living. It’s not just to see the new batch of paintings.
I arrive to join them in real time—that happy, peaceful place of the moment—and set to work giving them each a gentle neck massage. “Heaven,” they swoon. I hear so many variations of ‘Aaah” that I begin singing “Heaven, I’m in Heaven…” As I finish the massages, we all are singing—joining each other in the big finish—“Out together dancing Cheek to Cheek!”
Here are some variations on ferns. Heaven!