My Mother Was
A Very Good Person

by Abraham Michael Klein
(age 12)

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, Michelagelo 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

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