I am putting this out because I need to do it for me; if you want to read along, I welcome that.
My mother was killed this week. She was a pedestrian, hit by an automobile. She did not suffer. Those of us left behind took up the suffering; but we are also remembering and honoring her, and laughing at some of those memories.
|First ever quilt blocks, 2010|
I taught my mother how to quilt. I dragged her to a quilting retreat a few years ago, just as a way for the two of us to spend time together. She was tentative, slightly allergic to strangers, and definitely out of her comfort zone, but by the end of the weekend, she was talking about returning the following year.
|Chicken pincushion, 2010 retreat|
|Card trick block, w/quilting buddy Dwynn, 2011|
Mom was also a free-spirited thinker, which I always marvel at, given the time period (1950's) in which she grew to adulthood. * I grew up without believing in Santa, the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy--all because my mom didn't believe in lying to children. (Don't worry, grandma still spoiled us kids.)
|9-patch blocks, 2011|
Mom was always my biggest cheerleader. So proud of me (of all her children, and grandchildren), and not at all bashful about bragging on us.
|with Skipper: Columbia Gorge (Oregon side), 2013|
So much more I could say... But I close with a phrase that both makes me think of Mom, and makes me smile.
|Etsy shop: itswritteninvinyl|
What have you learned from your mother? What gifts did she bestow on your life?
Memorial website: forever missed