Woke up with a taste of nostalgia. I haven't missed my mom in more than a while. It felt good to remember her. As I placed my amethyst earrings in their holes, I sighed a loud, "God I miss you Terri." To work at the Lizzadro Museum of Lapidary Art is to be in a constant state of nostalgia. Not only from the stone sculptures of Chinese Dynasties, but also my grandfathers essence that haunts the place with his original office and library still intact. When I sit up front greeting guests and doing research, I yearn to hear grandpa Joe's voice call me into his office and give me something to do. Never met the man. Only see him every week in a stone portrait custom made in Florence, Italy as a tribute to his passing. The afternoon lingered. A woman came in. As I watched her sign the guestbook I thought to myself: I know this woman. Yes, it has to be her. She approached the front desk. "Hi, I use to have one of the grandaughters in my class a while ba
I will miss you greatly! I can't wait to hear and see what you pass on your way : )
ReplyDeleteLOVE YOU Amy and I will try are best not to miss you! Amazing ass!!! : )
~ Maysoon
still missing you : )
ReplyDeletewish we were coming with you girl! We will just have to meet somewhere in the middle....
ReplyDeletei would love to meet up!! just let me know and we will work something out.
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