Dad died peacefully in his sleep while in the care of hospice. He didn’t suffer; he didn’t linger and for that we are grateful. We knew he was failing and tried to prepare ourselves for his death, but, of course, you never really can. Saying goodbye was difficult, even though we’ve been doing it a little bit at a time over the last several years. He was a fine man, a great dad and grandfather, an all around good guy.
What started out as mindless sewing became a prayerful experience. “Snip, sort, sew” was my mantra. The quiet focus and familiar routine helped soothe and heal my broken spirit.
There’s also a connection between my log cabin quilt and one recently completed by my friend Barb. I remember a quilt gathering at Barb’s house in 1995 where we compared blocks. It’s funny that both quilts have taken so long to complete.