Yesterday I was looking for dark, masculine fabric for masks. I pulled out a dark blue and memories flooded from that fabric shelf.
Chad was 6 or 7, and that was 25+ years ago, I was dying fabric and he said “Mom, can I help”. That progressed to “Can we dye fabric for a quilt for me?”
He chose yellow, light blue, dark blue and a mint green. I chose a pattern and asked him if he liked it and then I made the quilt.
Here’s Addie sleeping under that same quilt many years later. This is a blog post I did about the story but when it was time to choose the backing fabric, Chad chose the dark fabric with rocks. He said “The back can be the ground and the top is the sky!”
I used that same blue fabric to make masks, including some for Chad.
Oh, my . . what would life be without the good memories? I’m very thankful that I have almost all good memories. There may be a few bad memories but the good ones far outweigh the bad ones. I am blessed and I am thankful.
Yesterday I talked to my uncle. It was his birthday and he turned 88. Almost every time we talk, I tell him that he’s a great life, left lots of good memories for many people and I’m proud of him. He has done a lot of good things to help other people. He will always say “Yes, I’ve had a very good life!” As we all age and get closer to “the end”, I think it makes such a different in the quality of our life to be able to look back and be happy with the life we’ve lived. My uncle, though he probably does have things he wishes he had done differently – I guess we all do . . he’s a grateful man and I’m glad he will always be a part of my memories.