The separate journeys begin.....I am befuddled.
My daughter found this great picture of her Irish sports minded father.
I walk around in a daze. I called the home health agency with an urgency that they pick up the hospital bed and Hoyer lift immediately... because looking at it was too hard.
Then, they came and I cried that they were dismantling my life..God help me...
Family from Ireland is coming in today, flowers, food, family and friends surround us.
The remains are going to Ireland for another service there.
My broken heart cannot grasp the huge loss.
From the simple service I had hoped for, now evolves an Irish ensemble, Irish dancers as greeters, anticipation of at least 300 people and out of town friends.
Of course for my dear, this is really what should happen...He was so Irish and so loved.
Of course for my dear, this is really what should happen...He was so Irish and so loved.
His brother is doing the service. Even my brother is coming.
I want it to all go away, but reality is here..I have my smelling salts, my grit and my love for my dear man.
I ordered my big girl panties..but they have not arrived yet. I ordered xxxx large because I will need that.
Sherry and Stephanie put the rug back on the floor so the room looks like a room.
The school counselors are working with the children at school.
When I was shredding files, I found this great article from Quilters Newsletter, May 1994. I see now why I kept the article, It is perfect. Quilting for Solace. I wish there was a link to it so all of you could read it. For me...it is what quilting is all about...giving.
Thank you all for the comments and the love.
xxoo
