SOL 18: Tribute

As a writer, I am continually learning how to glean ideas and mold the bits into a written art. I read  moments in life from bloggers who are creating art in different, yet similar.

After reading a beautiful tribute to a mother by Babylon Reader, an idea sparked. I connected with the honored item, Ma’s Pocketbook, reminding me of an honored item I treasure, a blue mug. This mug has a simple vine pattern on its exterior. Nothing out of the ordinary, yet very extraordinary.

The color nor the design make this mug special. No, this mug belonged to a fellow teacher. Janelle loved life. Her smile spread cheer to everyone. On Fridays the special education teacher met with us for lunch, and boy did we laugh. We shared and enjoyed the lunch date, refreshing each others spirits.

My first year being a writing coach, my dear friend, Janelle, suddenly became ill after the first day of school. Her body  began to struggle, hitting her pancreas, slowly shutting her organs down.  In less than three weeks, my dear friend passed away. I miss Janelle. I miss her smile and her love of life and our lunch dates. She use to say, “Life’s too short. We have to make the best of each day.”

The blue mug sits in the center of my meeting table  with bright, yellow daisies. It’s a reminder for me to enjoy each day, to laugh and smile.  I’m thankful for that blue mug.


6 Responses to SOL 18: Tribute

  1. the other ruth says:

    Oh MH, this is beautiful. I’m sorry to hear about the loss of your friend but am so glad you carry her spirit of joy with you every day. This is a lovely tribute. This is written simply, clearly, and definitely from your heart.

  2. Kim says:

    What a poignant reminder. I needed that tonight. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Kari Dyer says:

    This is such a pure, honest post. Very tender. Very powerful. I’m glad you have something to remind you daily of such a special friend.

  4. Elizabeth E. says:

    I loved that you have a tangible reminder of your friend. I remember going to a poetry reading and the poet had been a friend of Sylvia Plath, who also died (by her own hand). Ted Hughes, Sylvia’s husband, asked this poet to choose anything of her friend’s that she wanted. She chose Sylvia’s spring cloth coat that she wore for gardening, then wrote a poem about it. Of course, it would help if I could remember who the poet was (it’s late) but I was intrigued by the idea in the poem that the tangible can serve as a reminder of friendship, of friends. Lovely post.

  5. Tam says:

    Thanks for sharing this. I read it because you were talking about a mug like I did coffee cups. Your mug is special though, so special. I can’t imagine losing a friend like that. Never let go of that thought and that mug! Glad I’m getting to know you more and more, Mary Helen.

  6. ng says:

    Mary Helen, this was a beautiful and moving piece. I am sorry for the loss of your friend — she sounded like a wise woman. Life is, indeed, so short. But it is good to have, remember and cherish the memory of the people we love.

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