Sunday, April 03, 2005

I'm Back

It's been a long strange and traumatic week. I woke up at 3:20 am Easter Morning to my sister-in-law telling me "I'd better come home now". My mother was in severe crisis, needless to say she didn't survive the aneurysm; she was 57.

I made an ATC while I was there, basically I started looking for any small object I could find that reminded me of her. It's rather 3Dish so the color doesn't look good on the scan. But I think it fits her well. The only things that is missing are the fishing hooks and other fishing objects, I'll probably add some of that later from my own stash, that she gave me. It's also in dire need of orange and I'm not sure why.

7 comments:

Claire said...

Kimberly, my sympathy to you and your family. It must be a terrible shock.
Claire

Linda said...

Dear Kimberlye,

I'm just one of your anonymous readers, a long way from you, who you will never get to meet - but I am feeling for you, so very, very much.

Linda

Anonymous said...

I am so sorry Kimberly. Loosing your mom, no matter what the circumstances, is never easy. It's been almost a year and a half for me and I still find myself reaching for the phone to call her to tell her something funny or talk about "Days of Our Lives...."

I would have liked your mom....I love to fish.....

teri

Karoda said...

Peace and Blessings, Kimberly.

Deborah Boschert said...

You are your family are in my prayers, Kimberly. Grief and saddness are such heavey burdens. I hope you have moments of lightness and joy.

Gerrie said...

I'm still thinking about you, Kimberley. I was working at the SDA office today and was going to tell Joy about your mother and she said she had just talked to you. Hang in there and take time to grieve.

Elle said...

I am sorry to hear of your loss. Seeing your ATC, grief can be quite a motivator to want to create a connection. After I lost my uncle, all I could think to do was to finish a quilt made out of his dress shirts he had selected for me himself. He had seen the top before he passed, and thought it was beautiful. I thought of him with every stitch. Take care.