That is how I choose to remember her: Erika, the Artist
At the park, she watches and laughs as once again Gwen goes down the slide. A moment later, she takes her baby in her arms, and for an instant all sound and sight is lost. this is a moment shared between the two. A moment of perfect love.
That is how I choose to remember her: Erika, the Mother
There are so many memories I carry, of her. In each of them, she is smiling, painting, laughing, loving, passionate, stubborn, imaginative, and too many other things to mention.
There are the ways I choose to remember her: Erika, the artist. The mother. The daughter. The sister. The dreamer. The seamstress. The designer. The friend. The confidante, The philosopher. The film buff.