remembering my mom
2015 was an unusual year for me. It started in the usual, basic way. In July, Handsome and I traveled with our kiddoes to Europe. We had a blast. But upon returning, my dad passed; my nephew passed; we put our 22 year-old kitty to sleep; traveled more; and finally in November, my mom passed.
Several months after Dad's passing, Mom had moved to assisted living and took with her a lap blanket I'd embroidered.
This beauty was NOT FUN at all to do. I bought it as a kit which meant the floss and a needle were included. The blanket was already quilted and stamped. Embroider--easy, right?
I'll admit, sometimes the difficult projects drive me crazy. I can only work so long then have to stop. And by stopping, I could be off the project for a while. This one was slotted to the back burner.
Every now and again, I reorganize my craft projects and decided it was time to finish the lap blanket. And I worked and worked, sewed on the red rickrack, and voila! Done in time for Christmas. Mom was pleased.
My sissies and I have been going through her belongings. One day, the notion dawned that I should ask for the blanket. One sister said, "Of course. You made it." I unpacked a bag and there it was.
It's never easy letting go of our loved ones. Yet, when I look the blanket over, I see something my mom loved as much as I loved making for her. And that is good.
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