My brothers and sisters have a text thread going with memories of our mom to mark her birthday. She would have been 90 now. I went to sleep last night all emotional thinking of what a wonderful person she was. She lived a live of cheerful optimism. She never wanted anything for herself, but gave her time and talents freely. She encouraged us in our interests, and talked to us.
One of my earliest memories with her is a time when I was 4 or 5 years old. She found me upstairs in our house with magic markers. I had pulled out the "good" leather suitcases, and was drawing pictures on one of them--a stick figure man, and sunshine, and trees. I drew on both sides! She wasn't that happy about it--she asked why I had to do it on the suitcases instead of the walls like other kids did. But she forgave me right away. I learned that I was more important to her than things. That suitcase may be what started me making art, so I thank her for that. I love you mom!
If you have people in your life that you love, let them know about it.