My mother died on May 23, seven years ago. Yesterday morning I called my father, and after speaking with him I went to my garden. The lilies-of-the-valley were in bloom, as they were when she died, and I picked some to bring back home, but before that I picked up and held the stone I had brought from her garden to mine. Last night I did this drawing, which is about her and me...my mother would be very happy to know I am drawing and painting again. I'm not sad, thinking about her -- tremendously grateful.