I just finished a post on mom and a crazy quilt. I realized that her having eight children must have at times driven her crazy. However, with each day and every challenge she made it work. We knew we were loved, some days tolerated, but mostly loved.I think of us as a crazy quilt because each are so different and unique, just like that piece of fabric that she would use in her quilts. Often she would have to use her creativity and make the pieces fit. At times the challenge must of seemed overwhelming. Mom started being a mom at age seventeen, she died when she was 91years of age.
She was relentless when it came to her family. Often at her wits end she would pull all the crazy pieces together and sew them into that 12 inch square and set them aside to look back on them as a challenge survived. Or maybe a time she when something wondrous took place and felt that we were a finely designed pattern.
When all was said and done, the quilt was magnificent. During her last journey of six months she could see the crazy quilt in every one of us as we visited her. This was her final masterpiece. The quilt was beautiful. We were the best work she had ever done.
When you come to your end on this earth you will see that the love you gave to your family and friends will be the quilt of your life. Make sure your quilt is the best it can be.
God Bless my family and those who love me.
She sounds like such a wonderful person who loved her family very much. A wonderful tribute to her!
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This was such a beautiful post. Have a Happy Mother's day my friend. What a special lady, your Mom:-)
ReplyDeleteWow what a great post. Your mom sounded like a beautiful and special person. I hope you have a great Mother's Day
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Sara
p.s. Thank you so much for writing that post, it was so special
Well.. This is something I came past a few months ago. My grandfather aged somewhere around 88 years passed away reasons unknown. Our whole family aunts, uncles, children and grandchildren were present there when he was on his death bed. The one last thing he told us. He was happy to be a man and happier still to have us. After his death he donated his eyes. Well, this might not be so relevant to your post but I felt like telling. Yes, indeed I guess all that in life that matters is how we returned the love back to those who gave it to us!!..
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It makes you just stop and take a second look
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