Alisa Murray’s Living the Sweetlife “Hope and Inspiration ten years in retrospect” #alisamurraywrites

Years ago, way back when I was a little girl I remember how rare and precious the pictures were of my mother. Killed at age 31 in a whirl of an auto train accident and then only there were the pictures. Over the many years of doing the Hope and Inspiration project I have been interviewed about why I created the project and some were seemingly irritated that I had not survived cancer myself or a loved one. Truthfully the project has never had much to do with cancer for me, it has always had to do with loosing a mother and not having pictures of her. The main driving force behind the project was my dear friend Joan Rosenthal and her daughter. Too close to home for my own tastes, her cancer diagnosis struck me and made me think of a way to offer lasting portraits to those who might not get many years with their moms…for the children…like me. Little did I realize then how many people would be touched, how many lives would be impacted.

In all my years on earth and in my life’s work I know our spirit goes on long after the person has died. The children who are left behind carry with them in their eyes and smiles that of their loved ones. I remember seeing their eyes stare at me and then look away almost embarrassed to have remembered her…my mother. I know what it’s like to see a grandparent’s eyes well up with tears because what you just said or did that was as natural to you as breathing was identical to a child that they have lost. We are all connected…there’s no denying it and when you think maybe somethings gone forever I am here to tell you it’s never far away; it’s only waiting for you to find it again in the laughter of your children, and the sparkles in their eyes. That leads me back to another sweet friend, Janet Ely. She came into my life as one of the first mother’s in the Hope and Inspiration project and through the years she debuted over and over again. Her life was a testament to what all mother’s go through but in a fast forwarded way due to the cancer. Her beautiful daughters were small children when we met in 2003 and as the years went by and Janet became well and then sick again and those girls, well; they grew stronger and learned so much about what really means the most in life from their mother.  In 2003 when I asked her “What does it mean to you to have survived?” Janet poignantly wrote to me “I feel fortunate and doubly blessed to have ‘survived’ the horrors of cancer. I thank God daily for continually giving me the gift of life.” It was my gift to give them pictures that now remain as beautiful reminders of an incredibly caring and strong woman who loved deeply living and being here. THAT is why I did this project. The images we created are now interwoven into the girls lives as permanent memories of who Janet was and will always be. Once I ran into her at our beach house and she stopped and looked at me and asked “How did I recognize her?” I responded to her with a smile, “How could I not, my beautiful friend? You are shining :)” She smiled at that because the cancer had come back and she did not look like I had seen her in years past but her spirit was plainly there, her sparkly blue eyes, her infectious laugh. When I see the girls now they are all grown up but in their eyes and laughter there are traces of their mother and that my friends will never go away!

Now as I look back on ten years of Hope and Inspiration I am left wanting nothing. It feels good to know that what I have created has touched so many lives and what matters more is the lives that will be touched forever because of it. That’s going to always be my very own Hope and Inspiration.

Take Care of YOU and by the way Janet I miss you!