Everlasting love
Early Friday evening my mom, the lovely Darla Eugene Vearrier, lost her fight with lung cancer.
We will miss her so so much.
Darla sent me to art school at the age of like 7. To private instruction by 10 and helped me set up this wonderfull studio room in my little house.
She was a seeker of truth. She studied, with me, all religions and found the one true thing. WE are all one love expressing itself, to know itself. The greatest expression of the grandest vision of love/life.
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ALWAYS REMEMBER Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by
the moments that take our breath away.
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