Sweep Away Blues Hydrangea
by Nancy Medina
Oil on Gallery Wrap Canvas
Sweep Away Blues was one of my afternoon paint-along studies in my Tennessee workshop last week. After a whirlwind trip to teach a full workshop, it's good to be back home. Studio director AnnieBee and I are spending some time with my Mom at the farm. It's nice to have these moments to stop, read, relax, catch up on what my Mom's been up to, and in the evening, step outdoors and see an entire sky of sparkling stars.
On the plane ride home, I sat next to a woman named Pam. Pam is exactly my age and told me she was a breast cancer survivor. Her mother passed away just a few weeks earlier. Her mother had been in Hospice too, like mine is now. I was amazed at how Pam was able to talk about her Mother's final days, the hourly changes. As she spoke, I gave a silent acknowledgment to the power upstairs, once again sending me a gentle preparation, a small gift to help me with the time ahead. When I arrived at mom's today, the new nurse had left an assessment sheet on the kitchen table, measuring cognitive condition, physical condition, and noting at the end, one word: Terminal. Terminal is not here yet. Terminal will not take away my memories of my laughing, smart, loving Mom, the one who drove my sisters and I to 4-H meetings, the lady who my high school friends adored. This is what will carry me in the future. My mother's laugh. And these quiet days now, spending time with her.