Today, I received the initial drawing of the memorial artwork for Mary’s final resting places. I am having one made for where she transitioned from this life, and one in Canada for Clara to discover.
Mary had the greatest sense of humor. When others would lament their lot in life, Mary would find some humor in something.
Often she would call and just ask to be told a story. Anything for her to escape the challenges of her life. Her stoic manner, soften by humor came, it always seemed, without pressure or a feeling of being contrived. Mary was “real” in every sense.
This is one of her posts on Facebook that I pass on.
In July 2013, Mary bought these prints. I know because she left me the email with the attachments of the prints. Where the Wilds Things Are was a book we shared many, many times. I would read it and be animated when reciting, and they rolled their terrible eyes, and mashed their terrible teeth, and showed their terrible claws. Mary would laugh and laugh. She always liked to smile. We both liked this saying that I used often to her even as an adult.
I know she got these for Clara to express her love for her, as she did in so many ways. I am so proud of her.
