Sunday, May 9, 2010

An Offering


For mothers everywhere; for daughters and sons of every age; for those whose life has been turned upside down and inside out by Alzheimer’s Disease; for those who remember; for those who forget; for those who love this life and are not afraid to be a part of it —

I offer, once again, The Painting of You.

13 comments:

Woman in a Window said...

Will you take offense at my baseness and honest reaction? I was going to ask, what of your mother, William, and then I clicked through and read of the book you published, of the life you shared with your mother, and the history you allude to, and my reaction was a very quiet and drawn out, holy f-u-c-k. You are a very special man, I do believe. And I am driven to own your words in temporary binding. Soon...soon...

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Erin, I can’t ask more than that. It’s my feeling that books, as physical objects, have lives of their own, and that in your heart and hands, The Painting of You would have a wonderful life indeed. Thank you for looking beyond.

Janice said...

William I am proud to say that I own a copy of "The Painting of You", and I couldn't put it down until I read every page. It can not be easy to live each day of your life, watching someone that you love with all your heart and soul, lose a tiny piece of who they were and are and move on to who they will become. Because of you and your love and caring for your mother she didn't go thru this change alone and she went thru this disease with dignity~~~

William Michaelian said...

Janice, thank you. I’m sure you’ll understand when I say that my response to your kind words can be found in the book. Though she doesn’t know it, my mother and I are both honored that you’ve traveled that distance with us. A couple of days ago, my brothers and I had a nice bouquet delivered to where she now lives. She can still recite our names in order of our birth, but we are mostly an abstract trio in her mind, from another land and another time. Seeing the flowers, her face lit up like a child’s.

Janice said...

I do understand and thank you.

Flowers have a universal language as does a smile...they say volumes without uttering a word :)

ALeks said...

I am crying again. And I just wanted to say something warm and cheerful! A smile than! And one huge hug to hug you all together,:O)

William Michaelian said...

’tis true, Janice. Thanks again.

Always needed and always welcome, Aleksandra.

ALeks said...

I found one lovely poem,it was posted by me for my mothers birthday and I would like you to have it here,for your mom!

Because she is
My Mother,
I so well understand
Why flowers bloom
Beneath the touch
Of her gentle hand,

- Mary R. Hurley

You all are in my deepest parts of my heart,even thou I never have met you!! Life is beautiful cause of that among other beautiful flowers!
Aleksandra :O)

William Michaelian said...

Aleksandra, your lovely offering is gratefully accepted — and what an honor it is that you feel this way!

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

I love this post William, thank you

William Michaelian said...

I’m glad, Laura. And I thank you.

Momo Luna said...

Dear William,
i feel blessed and I am so happy that i could walk a bit with you and your mother by reading your wonderful, heartfelt book.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Momo Luna. I feel the same way. And this is how friendships are deepened, and how books grow wings....