For me, the rug that was yanked out took the form of my mother passing away. It was rather unexpected in that her ailment did not seem life threatening, yet on the other hand, she was 85 and not in the best of health. I don't think there is any good way to "lose" a mother. (although I don't think she is lost at all--I'm pretty sure I know where she is). We have been consoling ourselves with the mantra of: she didn't linger for years with nursing care, she was cognizant right to the end, she had a wonderful life, and other truths that pertained to her.
It still is very hard.
|They were married for 63 years|
Spring is on its way, though. I mean, I imagine it is even though we had -8 degrees this morning. Spring is a time for new beginnings, trees and flowers awaking from their winter sleep, and babies being born. Here is a baby that was born just last week. His grandma came to be with me when Mum died, and then the next week she was with her son when his son was born. Life is like that.
Do you recognize the blankie? This made me smile, for sure.
The cycle of life includes death and birth. I find it also includes family, friends, acquaintances and even strangers who will reach out and embrace you when you are stricken. They do the same when you are rejoicing.
Fiber things are on hold at the moment until I get my creative spark back. I am trusting that it will come when Spring comes to break the hold winter has on us. Warmer days, no snow, green grass--bring it on. I will be ready.
|Bring it on!|