Grief is not a linear process, it sneaks up on you triggered by a word,
a song, or a smell.
The sadness is
overwhelming and takes all of the colour and light out of world.
It is easy to give into the grief to darken the memory that
life has placed in front of you.
Hope enters our lives in the small things, colour and light
start to work their way back into the memory when we share it, use it to add
depth to our lives.
Today our granddaughter’s were over and wanted to make dresses
for their dolls and I was transported back to sewing lessons at the hands of my
mother.
As we sorted through the doll fabric box we came upon a pair
of dress pants that were mother’s many years ago which she gave to me for the
purpose of reusing the fabric.
Ruth fell
in love with the fabric and is using it to make a Princess dress for her
Maplelea doll.
And as we ripped out stitches, traced patterns and practiced
sewing lined paper all in preparation for sewing the dresses tomorrow we
laughed, remembered and hope entered our lives where sadness had just walked.
Grandma Snyder
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