Her favorite poem was "I wandered Lonely As A Cloud" by Wordsworth. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174790
I did this painting for her memorial as daffodils are not in season now so I couldn't get any live ones. The house I painted for her for last Christmas. It is where she lived with her mother when she went to high school and college. 745 N. Brighton, Burbank. She loved it and would stare at it and tell me her memories of what happened while she lived there, the neighbors etc. How her father showing a neighbor, Mr. Blanco his gun almost accidentally shot her mother who had just gotten up to go to the kitchen and the bullet went through the back of the chair. Mr. Blanco ran out of the house.
Mom kept saying she couldn't understand how I got the house so perfectly as she remembered. It was easy, it is still exactly the same and I just sat across the street and painted it.
She felt my dad's presence for the last 5 years of her life ( he died in 1994) She had a recurring dream of him and her mother on the other side of a river beckoning to her and she couldn't get to them no matter how hard she tried. I think she made it on October 14, 2014.
We had a beautiful memorial for her on what would have been her 92nd birthday November 13 and Henry came home from Vienna to play piano, her favorites including Yellow Bird, Nearer My God to Thee and of course Brahm's lullaby. That night Henry heard her voice as he fell asleep say "Thank you for playing for me today"
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