From my mother

Two remain from all the service she had, all hand made and different from each other. When I look at them I remember my mother preparing the table for a special event.

When my friend who had been visiting us 55 years ago had seen this, she told me, 'it reminds me of your mother playing piano for us!'

Every flower on it is different.

And then, she added: "And it is elegant as she was!"

In fact, my mother was elegant more inside her, not as she dressed, but mostly as she did behave, like a lady she was all her life, and remained through all the ups and downs, joys or sorrows.

Another day, I'll write more about her, it is too sad for me now.