THE FOG by listener's Mom
My mother painted this when I was a child and I watched her do it. She won a ribbon for it at an art show in Newburyport, Massachusetts. The night before she died, in 2001, Mom told me that she wanted my sister to have this painting, my brother to have another, and I could keep the one I already had. We didn't know she was going to die at that time, it's just that she and Dad were moving into a nursing facility the next day. Anyway, all this time I thought my sister had this painting. Turns out my brother had it in his garage! Since he is putting his house on the market, he passed it to me. So I had it cleaned and restored (it was coated in awful cigarette smoke and had been stored poorly in the garage too), and got it framed. And today I am taking it to my sister, who lives near the Atlantic Ocean, and am happy to be fulfilling Mom's wish at long last. RIP Mom! ♥
