The house in which I lived after my father passed away has a beautiful Magnolia tree in the front yard. Since the time we moved into the house, this tree has witnessed at least 3 generations of my family. Everyone loves this tree and although the branches may appear unsteady, they graciously guarded every visitor as they sat or climbed on them. Every spring we were blessed to witness this maternal symbol of love and beauty blossom with vibrant pink, purple and magenta petals streaked ever so softly with white. This vision would transform into a large green umbrella of shade that protected us in the summer months. 
My mother adored and loved this gift from God and when she left this earthly life my sisters and I created a 3-D replica on which the leaves came to life with names of children, grandchildren and great grandchildren surrounding each blossom. Thus this Magnolia tree became our family tree. So thankful for all the memories of the past and now that the house belongs to me, I envision many more wonderful days ahead with family, friends and moms loving spirit.
Memoir, discoveries and lessons learned