This candle is in remembrance of my late mother. She took care of me far longer than I had a chance to take care of her. I think of her whenever I smell a gardenia, use her pinking shears, or wonder how to make pot roast or pierogi. She's all around me in my house: sweaters she knit, tablecloths she embroidered, quilts she stitched, rugs she hooked, pillows she cross-stitched, clothes she sewed. I still want to pick up the phone to call her every time one of the kids says something funny or does something she'd be proud of. I guess I can't believe she's gone.