My mother was a very good person. She did not let
herself be locked into confinement in a bed just because of her
Multiple Sclerosis. She took herself places.
Earlier on in her adulthood, she taught. She taught art,
enlightening young students in their path to inspiration of
artistry. Art is not only what she taught. She created
dazzling works of art. She created paintings that filled your heart
with awe, with courage and with inspiration. Her stirring art not
only brought her joy, it brought joy to the citizens and visitors
of Washington D.C., and New York.
The last few years of her life were spent in the humble halls of
the Inglis house. Going by every day with a smile on her face and a
song in her heart. Her shackles brought forth through M.S.
held her back, but keys sent forth from friendship loosened those
shackles. My dad and I went to visit mom very often. Not only was
it us who provided her with the comforts of a family, many friends
of hers at the Inglis house provided comforts only a friend could
bring, for those friends had burdens similar to those of
hers.
Until she took her last trip to the hospital, she was living her
life to her own limits. But now, that she has crossed the void
between life and death, I am sure she is in a better place where
she can paint with all the greats: da Vinci, Matisse, Michelangelo
and many other geniuses ever to don a smock and portray their
imagination and reality with a brush, free from the shackles of
Multiple Sclerosis.
Love,
Abraham Michael Klein
(age 12)
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