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Wait, Stillness

The wait, the grief, the mourning and now a stillness.   This will be the first Mother's Day without my ochaa-san. She gave me so, so much. No matter what I made she thought it was beautiful. She bragged about me to everyone. (I must admit it embarrassed me at times.) Told them I was a wonderful daughter and artist.  Even as I grew older, rounder and more gray-haired than her.
To me, I was only a good daughter who needed to take her shopping at the Japanese market in San Francisco. That my nori-maki rolling skill was not bad. She told me to wake up to joy no matter what happened the day before. You only get 5 minutes to feel sorry for yourself while you brush your teeth.  and always remember: fall seven times get up eight work hard and pay attention to life.

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