But I say all of that to say this. I received a Christmas gift from my Mother on Saturday...a quilt made from pieces of my Dad's shirts. It was such a wonderful patchwork of his work shirts, dress ones, casual ones...each one of theses fabrics bringing with them the memories of a complex yet ultimately simple man...many pieces that make one beautiful thing.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I could see it coming...
Probably the most horrible thing that has ever happened in my life was watching my Dad die of metastatic cancer. It is so true that knowing a person is dying makes you put aside all of the things you think your "life" is....job, clothes, houses...and appreciate the essence of a person.
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Thank you for your kind words today and for stopping on by. Your post touched me today and I bet you will cherish that quilt more than anyone can understand. The holidays are always a little tougher when you have lost someone you love so much. Be strong and hey, keep looking on the "brightside" and "float on..."
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