I went to a memorial gathering yesterday for a friend who died last week. She was a quilter. She was an amazing, creative and accomplished quilter. She had a loving family....daughters and sons-in-law and grandchildren and a husband......all who will miss her very, very much.
I was just a friend.....an occasional friend. I'd see her at guild and once in awhile we'd get together to do something else. But usually it was a once-a-month-friendship. She was a little older than I am, but not much....and such fun to be around. A warm smile, an encompassing hug, an infectious laugh, an enthusiasm for life. She was a wonderful role model.
Walking into the gathering at the funeral home I signed the guest book and then entered the reception room....and my eyes filled. The room was full of the photo groupings that are now almost "required" at any memorial.....but in additiion there were her quilts. Dozens and dozens. They covered the chairs, small ones were displayed on tables, others were on the walls and many covered the pews. There was color everywhere.....bright, beautiful, warm, cheerful color. It was my friend reflected in the beautiful quilts she left behind.
I came home and described the scene to Dave and asked him to please remember it......for future reference if I die first.
She was a beautiful woman.....and this was a beautiful, personal, colorful, warm way to celebrate her life.
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