I'm just at a table next to my bed with my laptop. My daughter is lying talking about her day. I read the first lines of your post, and then, I decided to read aloud for her too. It made our hearts cringe, the moment when your mother waits for her parents to pass by her. She did a good job with you. Through your writing I can appreciate love. I'm very sorry for your mom's departure. Thank you for sharing the memories of your mom and her art. What can be more beautiful than receiving a postcard as delicate as the flower Forget-Me-Not?