martha

This week I read that Martha Stewart's sister passed away suddenly last summer at the age of 59.

Now some may wonder why I would mention this here... but we kind of had a Martha thing all those years ago.

I remember the first year I really followed her this issue of her magazine came out, I think it is still my favorite to this day.  Then came her Christmas special... you, Krysta and I all lined up on the old orange sofa downstairs with just the Christmas tree lights on while we watched her create beautiful things showing all the steps in that slow, methodical way her original show used to have.

I remember that same year before you went off to school... I'd say to you or you'd say to me... "Wanna watch Martha?"  And you and I would cuddle up on the bed or the couch and spend a half hour watching her cook, grow and create.

At her sister's memorial she read this poem... and it is fitting.

To the living, I am gone.

To the sorrowful, I will never return.

To the angry, I was cheated,

But to the happy, I am at peace,

And to the faithful, I have never left.

I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.

So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.

As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.

Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved,

the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.

For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

Missing you and remembering you everyday...
Love you more,
Mom