Grief is a funny thing - sometimes it smacks you in the face when you least expect it.
It's another gray day here in Wisconsin - I don't think we've seen the sun in more than a week. But it's also a very busy time of year and the holiday decorations around the condo brighten things up quite a bit.
Dave and I had a busy morning down at UWM in Milwaukee. Then back home for lunch. Then time to walk Fenway. Changed into my jeans and walking shoes. Put Fenway in his sweater and attached his leash. Made sure I had a plastic bag in my coat pocket. Grabbed my keys and off we went.
My parka used to belong to my mother-in-law….I helped her pick it out when she visited about a year before she died. It's a nice jacket and I like it. Keeps me warm and feels sort of like a "hug".
Anyway - I wasn't thinking about that as I walked. Just watching Fenway's little legs pacing down the path and planning a quilt that is beginning to form in the back of my brain. (Working with colorful fabric also helps to ward off the winter grays!) Thinking about fabric made me remember that I still have some remnants of material from my mother-in-law's beautiful curtains. When she died I brought them home and used some of the yardage to make three quilts for her New England grandchildren. They turned out beautifully and I look forward to working with the rest of the fabric.
That made me remember a little quilt I made out of one of my mom's kitchen table cloths after she died. It sits folded on top of the cabinet in our bedroom and I see a glimpse of it every day.
Suddenly I was "missing moms" and my eyes were very, very damp. Lump in the throat. Holiday time coming and they both so loved to celebrate. It's been several years since our moms died….but funny, sometimes it just seems like it was yesterday. And the sadness hits…..just for a few moments….but it hits just the same.
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