This is a driveway awaiting its potential. Waiting to be filled up with people and cars. This is the driveway of the house in Snohomish.
My mother was a person who loved to have people around. Her driveway was always ready to have cars stuffed to capacity in it. Her doors were always open to anyone who wanted to come. She was there for people when they felt they just couldn’t go home and there when they just wanted a break.
A typical Saturday morning might mean cars filling this driveway and humans sleeping precariously all over the house. She was my mother, but also a mother to the world.
I am so thankful that I got to be a part of it all and got to see this beautiful example of love.
Author: Michele Plumb Stowell
Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.
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