And sometimes, it is still hard to believe she is gone. That's why there are birds on our Christmas tree...they remind me of Mom. How she loved to watch (and listen) for birds. She could be having a tough day and we'd take her for a walk around her retirement center. Once she was outside, she knew the birds were there, too - darting and flitting about. Her favorites were the cardinals. Her spirits lifted as she tried to track the action at the feeders and trees by her feathered friends. Mom also had a lot of bird figurines around her home to reflect her love of birds.
When it came time to decorate for the holidays, I wanted to have memories of Mom at Christmas time -the month of her birth and also our first Christmas without her. Somehow the tree seemed the logical place for this. With birds on loan from the library art stash (used in a previous winter decor and borrowed with permission) and strands of berries, nuts and leaves plus some actual collected birds' nests I went to town with our tree. It may be my favorite one ever! (But, that's what I say every year.)
Savor the memories. You never know what is to come. Life is fragile. And birds sing. Miss you, Mom.