Quiet Little Sack of Sadness

7/30/13

I rode in my first horse show Saturday and I asked her to make an appearance somehow. When I drove up to the show barn, there was a dove in the middle of the road. It looked at me, waited, and flew.

I got a blue ribbon my first class and I remembered I'd just had her ribbons out from the 1940 fair.

Part of me sees the connection. The other part of me is ready to move forward. I'm feeling like words aren't as needed right now for me to grieve.

I feel like I'm ready to create in textures again. Soon I'll start my Blankets of Comfort.

My mother died on April 4th, 2013 at 87 years too young. She was vibrant, alert, and not thinking about dying. Nor did we have a real grasp at what laid ahead in those short 48 hours. While she was 87, you wouldn't know it - as many would say she was one of those people you didn't think would ever die.

This blog is my journey through that grief - the reality she really did die - and through art, sewing, doll making, words and silence, I hope to give myself comfort as well as others who have lost something huge in their lives. I suspect I will learn many things too in the coming months and have many memories and epiphanies.

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