A Story Re-told

Is a story re-told...like soup...better the next time round??

Let it Go....the truthful liars and the false fair friends who say we do not need a stash!!!
Ha ha!
e.e...thank you for the words.
This potholder has fabrics spanning 50 years!!!
That is what makes it perfect.  Perfect for Evelyn.

Evelyn is an awesome respiratory therapist...good brain, good heart, good common sense.

Mr. O'Quilts had been zoning in and out in April this year.  I called Evelyn.

It was Monday afternoon, I wanted Evelyn to come to the house immediately to check if his behavior was...

Too much Morphine? Too much Ativan? ALS disease process?

She could not come till Tuesday morning.

I was scared and in full Mama bear mode.

I begged, I pleaded, I cried..all..to no avail.

She came the next morning, Tuesday at 8am.

Family was gathered round chatting waiting for the wise one.

She took one look at my love and gave him 15 minutes.
A huge shock.

She said it was disease process and that the body just gets tired of it all and stops.

Maybe he had been dead already, but we could not tell because of the breathing mask made his chest go up and down.

Evelyn then stayed with us an hour and a half until the Hospice nurse
...came to take off his mask and pronounce him.

I will never ever forget that Tuesday morning.

I am remembering all this with great detail because it is the holiday season now.

Evelyn lives in the country and has chickens.

I am making her a chicken potholder...will deliver on Friday.

I will never forget your kindness Evelyn...You even checked up on me later.

xxoo