I suppose you could say that my previous atelier, Deuxieme Debut, was an ode to my mother.
Mom was a strong-willed business woman. The kind of woman you'd call a lady; always elegant and perfectly put together, unflappable in her poise. She and my father were very much in love. So when Dad passed on, it was a huge blow.
She held on for a couple of years, but then things seemed to fall apart in slow motion. She had reached the age where her friends were dying and it seemed that society no longer had any use for her. My once proud mother stopped caring for herself.
For a while, we were afraid we would lose her. She fought cancer, then suffered a stroke. Our family rallied around her, working hard to counter the message she seemed to be receiving from the rest of the world: "Old people are unnecessary."
As a woman of a certain age myself, Uhum... I've begun to feel that cloak of invisibility around my own shoulders. In a culture that's obsessed with youth, it sometimes becomes hard to remember that beauty (at least the kind that lasts) stems from character.
My mother taught me that. And I'm happy to say she's doing well. She's in a wheelchair now, but she's smiling again. It was during those years of caring for Mom that I realized it's not just people we discard thoughtlessly. In 1998, I left my job in finance in Toronto and moved to Montreal. Now moving back home...Ontario.
I am sad to announce that my Mom passed away peacefully, at the age of 90, in May, 2013.
Mom, thank you for my life, thank you for the memories...you are greatly missed. Say Hi to Tato for me.... love and hugs xo