Last week I went to Mexico to say goodbye to my mom. It was very hard and sad. I think about those moments, and tears start pouring. There are no words to describe this sadness.
I talked to her on the phone for the last time on New Years. Her voice sounded fine and strong, but I guess her heart was weak. She passed away suddenly on the 8th. I owe her a lot. She taught me to love animals, to cook improvising and also to change the recipes. I remember her always doing something with her hands: sewing, knitting, painting. She taught me all that too.
She was very talented. She loved painting using watercolors, but she was always willing to try different techniques. She collected a bunch of pictures from magazines or books, and kept them in a big folder, which was her inspiration folder. When I was living in Mexico, close to her, we used to get together and paint. Those were precious moments. She seems to be a very serious person, but in reality she had a very good sense of humor, and a big heart. I loved that about her. Anyway, she had more than one hundred and fifty paintings, and I want to share a few of them…
The next painting, I brought it with me. She painted it last month. It was one of her last ones.
She will remain in my heart forever. Her name was Leonor, and she was a good mom, she was my mom.
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