Part of the process is to continue to make. To keep my hands busy and allow my mind to assimilate and focus.
To remember her as she was when her mind worked. To remember that she will shine like a star inside me.
And that star will have colour and depth. And warmth around it.
Humour.
Love.
A practical side.
And a hug.
(This is our boy Henry looking at the snow from his hutch - he didn't think much of it on his paws!)
It is hard for you, like dealing with a stranger? I don't have my Mum, she died 24yrs ago but, some days, especially lately as I get older, I 'see' her in myself, the things I do,the way I hold something or the things I cook....Little things that say," I'm here by your side, I never left you."
ReplyDeleteThe hurt will always be there to some degree and will subside.
Have a good week,
Sandie xx
Sending you a hug... Looks like your quilt will hold the ability to do that too.
ReplyDeleteHello...I just found your blog and was caught by your lovely stitching, creativeness, and your sweet orange kitty that looks just like my Fetzer with the white nose. Sorry for your sadness with your mom. My mom passed 18 yrs ago and I miss her all the time. I look forward to seeing more of your lovely work on your blog...just started following. :-)
ReplyDeleteSending you a hug Clare xx Sandie has said it all, take care.
ReplyDeletetake care and remember to give Henry a hug too!!! Baby it is cold outside! The memories return at the strangous moments but when you stop and think ...I have found a connection to another memory i had forgotten. Blessings, Mary Helen Fernandez stewart
ReplyDeleteStay strong and keep the memories alive.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you; a cold path is difficult to walk.
ReplyDeleteOne step at the time, yes, that´s the way to do it anyways... - best to you, and thanks for visiting...
ReplyDeleteOh, I empathise with your dilemma. Sending you my warmest wishes.x
ReplyDeleteDid you notice that the bird's tracks, if looked at the right way, look like a flock of birds in flight?
ReplyDeleteA beautiful star and beautiful thoughts, dear Clare. I'm thinking of you.
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