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  • 3 years

    3 years

    I have no words. #mom

  • Remembering mom, two years on

    Two years ago, I lost my mom. In our family room hangs her oil painting of me in the redwoods when I was a child. On our kitchen drainboard sit the orchids I got after going to an orchid show with her and dad. Outside our kitchen window, the muted chimes resemble those in the…

  • Unfinished knitting

    Unfinished knitting

    Visiting my childhood home to celebrate a graduation, I found mom’s unfinished knitting where she left it. I’m sure mom had plans for it to be under someone’s Christmas tree. In honor of mom, I’m learning how to make washcloths, but I’m using crocheting. It’s more difficult than it looks.

  • My favorite photos of 2017

    My favorite photos of 2017

    At the end of every year, I review the pictures I’ve posted here and choose my favorites. The pics are in chronological order — this was my year. Here’s my favorite animation from the year. Do you have a favorite? The pics are from the following posts: Quick evening trip to Cannon Beach Family Day…

  • L SS

    L SS

    Six months ago I sat on the bed where my mom lay. I told her I loved her and was so glad that she was my mom. I gave her a hug and a kiss. And I went downstairs to play the music she had set out on the piano while the hospice nurse remained.…

  • Oak view

    Oak view

    Off my parents’ deck are beautiful oak trees. It’s a heavenly view. I’ve taken pictures here before.

  • Mom’s view

    Mom’s view

    For a little more than a week, I’ve been walking daily with my dad at a nearby neighborhood park. We shoot the breeze, count the geese, and time our steps. Today the weather was so nice we decided to lengthen our route to the park’s eastern perimeter. As we walked, my dad said, “We’re coming…

  • By a casket still

    By a casket still

    A man lingersBy a casket stillFilled with loveFor the womanInside.–Brent Logan (2017)

  • Treasured memories of mom

    Treasured memories of mom

    Treasured memoriesFlow gently into the breachThat cannot be filled.–Brent Logan (March 22, 2017) Today I begin to learn how to live without my mom. This isn’t going to be easy. She was a special, spunky person and we are all better for having known and loved her. Rest in peace, mom.