This is not the blog post I hoped to start the new year with. My dad’s health has been declining since Christmas and sadly, he passed away last week. Dad had Lewy Body Dementia, a cruel combination of symptoms similar to both Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s disease.
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. He'll be remembered by many as a cheerful and fun loving spirit, a devoted husband, a great dad and grandfather and an all around good guy.
People cope with grief and loss in different ways. For me, it 's natural to take solace in needle and thread. During the mid 1990’s, my needle got quite a workout when we lost several family members and friends within a few short years: a beloved aunt and uncle, my dear brother and his partner, a favorite grade school teacher, and the owner of the quilt shop where I worked. In the midst of it all, I also received my diagnosis of MS.
While it was tempting to wallow in self pity during those years, I knew I had to keep it together for my health and family’s sake. In true “fake it till you make it” fashion, I turned to quilting to cope with sadness and loss.
What began as mindless stitching became a prayerful experience. “Snip, sort, sew” was my mantra. The quiet focus and familiar rhythm of sewing helped soothe my broken spirit.