I Am Here....

Crazy camera...I bought it after the robbery.
State Farm did not pay squat and I had "replacement insurance"!!

That one sock is at Marie's house still, does not phase Lynsey one bit!!!

I am here.....It may be progress???

If it is not enough..
...Now a tiff with my daughter..all stressed about her wedding that she is planning in TWO months.
  When I talk about the "friends" who dropped me after the funeral, she says that I am being too judgmental...Of course she is right.. She says that I go on and on repeating things...
Well...she is right there, too.  That is what old people do.
She is not in my situation stewing in grief that will not go away.
Chock it all up to stress...hers and mine....way too much.
Nary a vacation day in sight for me..
Now on to my sewing choices...ugh...

The more I mess with the inner borders, the more I realize that it is the outer blue border that is the culprit..
It is too dark and overpowers the quilt.

I might just make potholders tonight to relieve my stress.
So relaxing...and positive and mood changing for a Friday night.
I will let all this ferment on the wall and off the wall.
Until... the answers hits me..
Later...
As always, Thank you for riding with me.
A Loved One's Goodbye

Galway Bay

Legacies

Digging out from my quilt archives...one of a series I made of orange quilts.  This replaces Grandma's 100 year old pictures .... now worth nothing...Sorry Grandma!!

 Instead of planting a tree for Granddaddy, we built a tree house in his honor.
Today Andy put up a swing..How fun..Granddaddy would have loved his legacy.

New camera, terrible pix.  Eithne has MADE the most gorgeous outfits for Lynsey's doll

 How giving is this.  Eithne is my role model.  She gives to others in the name of her beloved son who died in an airplane crash.   Love you Eithne..Thank you. xxoo
I would retake the picture tonight, but Lynsey is already asleep holding the finely dressed doll.

Two lovely days in a row..so lucky, I am.  Then, in planning Easter. the bomb fell again.

My love died a week after Easter last year...It will never be the same..

Here we go..who am I without him?? How can I survive? How can I leave the earth a better place?.

With the cement block on my heart and anxiety in my gut, I struggle.

I had a lovely breakfast with my daughter...continuing her birthday...lol

Decided I could either come home and cry, or go to Marshall's to get the purse I had seen.

The purse was gone and I cried in Marshalls.

Do I care about purses?  no no no!

I care about loss.

Boomerang back to the stunning day in Charlotte...Carolina blue skies and crisp air.

mmmmmm
Grief bursts are getting shorter in duration and more spread apart.
Grateful.