tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077483910046478926.post5560910631103833463..comments2023-07-30T08:24:33.991-05:00Comments on For Carmen--A new beginning--A new journey: So what-----Sew whatCarmenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09638931205319663002noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077483910046478926.post-49704211063272589302009-10-15T09:20:13.396-05:002009-10-15T09:20:13.396-05:00Hi Carmen,
I didn't know that Gail was such a...Hi Carmen,<br /><br />I didn't know that Gail was such a quilter until I saw the beautiful squares she made at her wake. What a thoughtful gift to give her that great sewing machine. It will be a wonderful tribute to her to have someone else enjoy it. I bet she is excited at that idea.<br /><br />A character in a novel I was reading describes his grief at the loss of his sister/soulmate as a flood that gets into your basement where your precious memories are stored: "When the water left and your things were back out in the air, your things were so heavy you couldn't lift them to throw them away, mildew blooming like black roses already. But before the water receded, everything you loved was shomwhere underneath, and if you couldn't clearly see it all, neither could you see what had been destroyed. While your belongings were submerged, you could walk among them, slowly by necessity. There was no need to clean up. There was no need to salvage some things and burn other and arrange for replacements. You stood in the water, and though once the place dried out you could get to work, you hoped it never would: look, that chair's sound, that magazine's legible, that face in the photo album's only slightly blurred, ready for conversation or kisses. We're only separated. We can still see."<br /><br />It takes a long time for basements to dry out. Please be patient with yourself.Connienoreply@blogger.com