Where it all began...
After she retired, I never called her before 11AM. She didn’t sleep well at night but I knew she would be up making her coffee and breakfast by 11A. The sound of her voice would comfort me in a way that I had grown so accustom to. Her voice gave me a peace that penetrated my soul. I’d ask her how she slept and she’d reply with the usual “oh same ole same ole.” I’d tell her about my morning or something, that now seems so insignificant, about work or a co-worker. We’d talk for a few minutes and wrap so she could finish her coffee before it got cold. A few hours later I was calling again, just to hear her voice. Not wanting anything but the peace she offered with her voice. All was right in my world as long as I could hear her voice on the other end of the phone.
From running errands to road trips she was always with me. I never made a move without her. We would laugh and have fun wherever we went. People were drawn to her, made me a little angry, she was mine. I understood why they were so drawn to her. Her energy, her warmth, her smile, her sense of humor, just her presence made you want to be in her company. I couldn’t stop touching her. I always wanted to hold her hand or touch her face. Something about her warmth made me feel an indescribable love of protection. Nothing or no one could penetrate that armor of love when I hugged her.
I look at the clock and see it’s after 11AM, I think, I better call her. I actually pick up the phone to dial her number……….
Jamaican born and raised, my mother, Elva Victoria passed away at 12:46AM on September 13, 2014. As I rushed to her bedside to feel her warmth again, I wanted her to know how much I loved her. Through my tears, I tried to make my voice sound as strong as possible and whispered in her ear how much I loved her. My mother was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer and was placed on home hospice care. I was not leaving her side. I knew my time with her was limited so I wanted to love on her and take care of her. We laughed, I cried, we talked, I cried and sometimes I still cry. I did a lot of reading about terminal illnesses and hospice care. They recommend, if you have anything that you’ve always wanted to tell them now would be the time. One night, I sat down next to her and told her what I’d read. I said to her “Mommy I can’t think of anything I need closure on. You were perfect, I mean just perfect.” My mother hugged me and said, I’ll never forget these words from her “It was an honor and a pleasure to be your mother. You’ve never done anything for me not to be proud of you”.
Framed Leather was created to honor my mother’s memory. A way for me to share the greatest gift I’ve ever received, her love. Her love has strengthened me when I was at my absolute weakest. Her love has been a guiding light when I was lost in my darkest thoughts. Her love is what I share with you through Framed.