armful of freesias

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Simple joys – an armful of freesias.

They always remind me of my mother, these flowers. They were amongst her favourites, and count among mine as well. I would randomly bring her a bouquet here and there, knowing how the flowers delighted her.

Our relationship was complex and with her passing I have had much time to reflect on so much of it. I at once miss her and feel relief at her passing. And anger, too, for so many things. And larger than life admiration. She was something.

In the end I need help to unravel the ball of wax that was our family dynamics (which ultimately shaped the who I have become).

I am hopeful.

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2 thoughts on “armful of freesias

  1. theartsyfartsychick Post author

    Thanks Kim… it makes it more difficult when half the players are no longer with us, but the work is mine to do, no one else’s, and that only depends upon myself. 🙂 I’m just grateful that I’ve taken the step to do so and have found someone to guide me safely.

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