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Running Mommy
IShe was so proud of the fact that running son was interested in art. He LOVED to draw when he was young, and she encouraged me to let him explore the world of art.
Helene marveled at the colors in the environment, and loved to paint the desert. She came out here a few years ago and painted the wild flowers that grow in the desert in the spring after a rainy winter. I remember meeting her for lunch, and will always treasure that memory.
Her resolve and spirit was an inspiration to all who met her. When parkinsons took the use of her right hand, she started painting with her left. When cancer took her left hand, she started using her mouth.
She painted daily, and she always believed that her painting was what gave her life. So she found a way to keep at it, because she loved being alive. She loved life.
I will miss her more than you know. But I'll always have the many paintings that she gave me on my walls.