Winter Memory
David Dossett
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I call this "Winter Memory." It's based on a photo I took on December 23, 2017. I was visiting my mother who was in long-term care, and this is the view from the dining and activity room. As I looked out I thought to myself what a beautiful scene it was. Sadly, my mother was past the state where she could appreciate the view. Perhaps twenty years earlier I would have told her that this scene, although not an exotic location, somehow had the warmth and charm that captured the spirit of a peaceful winter evening.
I came across the photo quite by accident the other day, and thought that I needed to try to capture what I was thinking at that time. I looked back at the times my mother and I would visit family and friends who were in long-term care. And I also recall thinking that I never really considered that one day I would be visiting my own mother under the same circumstances. And I remember how much I wanted to tell her that I would want to paint a picture of that scene, since it was so quaint.
When I was younger I would show my art to her. She and my dad, who passed away in 2013, were always so supportive of my art. I longed, and long still, to be able to show them what I create.
These days I often hear the song song "Memories" playing on the airwaves. It brings me back to those winter days when I would visit my mother, and hope, in vain, that somehow she would transform back into the person that I knew years ago.
As the song goes: "There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same
Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name
'Cause I can't reach out to call you, but I know I will one day." "Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you"
Cherish the times with family and friends. Too soon these seemingly insignificant little moments become the memories filled with love, and a little pain.
I came across the photo quite by accident the other day, and thought that I needed to try to capture what I was thinking at that time. I looked back at the times my mother and I would visit family and friends who were in long-term care. And I also recall thinking that I never really considered that one day I would be visiting my own mother under the same circumstances. And I remember how much I wanted to tell her that I would want to paint a picture of that scene, since it was so quaint.
When I was younger I would show my art to her. She and my dad, who passed away in 2013, were always so supportive of my art. I longed, and long still, to be able to show them what I create.
These days I often hear the song song "Memories" playing on the airwaves. It brings me back to those winter days when I would visit my mother, and hope, in vain, that somehow she would transform back into the person that I knew years ago.
As the song goes: "There's a time that I remember, when I did not know no pain
When I believed in forever, and everything would stay the same
Now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name
'Cause I can't reach out to call you, but I know I will one day." "Here's to the ones that we got
Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
Of everything we've been through
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the ones that we lost on the way
'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories
And the memories bring back, memories bring back you"
Cherish the times with family and friends. Too soon these seemingly insignificant little moments become the memories filled with love, and a little pain.
