Lorraine De Angelis
RICHFIELD SPRINGS, NEW YORK
’ve always loved flowers. It was a love I shared with my mother. Whenever I visited, I’d bring her a fresh-picked bouquet from my garden. But I could no longer bring her those gifts. She’d passed just a few days earlier at the age of 98. She’d lived a long life, one filled with faith and love, but that didn’t make my loss any easier
