Tuesday 12 July 2005

Yesterday afternoon in the course of my taking things out of boxes and finding places to keep them, I emptied the Rubbermaid container of goodies gleaned from Mom's sewing closet. As you see above, I could not stop myself from unfolding a number of pieces to admire, and laying them out on the new couch (purchased from Dad, who overhauled the furniture at his place after Mom left us). There is a lot more fabric than that ... some Mom gave me to make pillowcases, but we never got around to doing that, and some she gave me, or I chose after her passing, for a set of appliquéd curtains I plan to make.

I have a lot of Mom's love of fabric in me, because I see nothing wrong with the idea of tacking it all up on the walls so it can be there to admire at all times!

One last thing, in regard to the dream Mom had about meeting with God:

From The Dreamer’s Dictionary:
God. You can expect to achieve rare contentment and peace of mind through intelligent adjustment to circumstances and acceptance of your lot in life if you had the rare experience of seeing, hearing, or being aware of God in your dreams.

This is absolutely true about Mom. She was content with her life and always had been, to my knowledge, and was at peace about her state of health and what was to come. That was there from the beginning, mind you, not just after the dream, which came at the very end of her life.

She was quite brave about it all. "I'm not afraid of dying," she said. "I've always been looked after, and I see no reason why that won't continue."