Friday, July 18, 2008

BitterSweet Quilting

Its good to be back to work. Its difficult to be back to work. I have much to do. I have a wonderful environment in which to do it in. I hear my thoughts while quilting. I relive moments while quilting. Painful moments. I try to change the channel, stop on good moment replays, but the moments of despair come back. Such a tortured soul now eh? I was going to ask God to help me, but I didnt. I was going to stick a prayer in the parrots beak, but I couldn't. There he sits, not 6 feet away, with the last of my silly prayers of caring for loved ones, job searches helped with, traveling made safe for friends. And yet I KNOW of the prayers for my Jamie in there .. the last prayers from pen to paper. Keeping him safe, him finding happiness. Oh it hurts you guys. So much so.

I'm working on a queen medallion Sampler.. day 3 I think.. I see the end in sight. I should definitely raise my prices.... hmmmmm Or speed up?Maybe I'll blog more later.... sheesh... U should be in my head! WHOA


Yvonne said...

Hi Gina.....thinking about ya!

Desert Threads said...

It's looking good!!!

Dianah said...

My mom just called me to do a friendship round robin quilt. She is wanting to set it up with a center Medallion and each person adds a border.

The things she gets me into!

Love ya

See you next weekend?

Anonymous said...

Quilting is good for the soul though. There are days when I am perfectly happy, but something -- a song on the radio, a random thought that enters my head -- will make me burst into tears. I have my cry and I move on. Life keeps chugging along, even though we sometimes wish we could hit the rewind button. You're in my prayers Gina.

Freda said...

The quilt is beautiful Gina. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Penny said...

Gina, what a marvelous, marvelous blog. I got your note on my own and wandered off to see yours. I read through about a year's worth of posts.

I lost my sister in a car accident when she was 18 and I was 16. It was hard, frankly, to read about your fresh grief at losing Jamie because it brought mine rushing back to the surface. It was like the shattering of my family took place just yesterday instead of nearly 34 years ago. You handled this, and are handling it, with such grace. Losing your child - I can't even wrap my mind around it. It is just so hard and it takes so long to feel normal (although different), again. Thank you for reminding me just how far I've come in climbing out of that horror of early grief. And thank you for being so kind as to leave me a sweet note when your own heart is still so heavy. You are a kind person.


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