One Day at a Time...

This is the thing about a blog. If you blog consistently about your life, then you sort of have to keep it up or there are these holes where there is nothing. You start thinking that people are wondering what is happening to you or what is going on with your life, and why in heck you're not blogging. Are you all really thinking that? Who knows....but for some reason I always feel like that when things are going on that I just can't bring myself to blog about.

My Grandma Jean passed away Monday evening of a heart attack. This was terribly unexpected and just an awful shock to all of us. It's honestly still to hard for me to write about so I'm going to keep this brief. She was someone who was so special to me. She taught me how to sew when I was probably 5 or 6 years old and she is the main reason why I really can't remember life without sewing or creating. Every visit she would bring me her fabric scraps for me to use to make doll clothes or whatever else I was working on. (She recently confessed to me that she would go to the fabric stores before coming for a visit and purchase remnants for me if she didn't have enough scraps of her own.) We made everything from stuffed animals and dolls together in my younger years, to my bedspread and pillow shams for my very first college apartment. She was the one I'd call in when I was working on my design degree and stuck on a sewing project for class and couldn't get something just right. And, she was there cheering me on when my senior collection went down the runway.

Even though technically, she is my step grandmother, it never felt that way. She married my Granddad when I was about 4, a year or two after my Memaw passed away. Together, they have 9 children, many grand children and close to 20 great grand children. Many of you have heard me talk about my Granddad and his farm and how much I love it. It is a heart healing, magical place. I spent every spring break growing up there with them and would not have had it any other way. They are both so precious to me and I don't think my simple writing skills really do justice to the situation. My Granddad told Shane at her funeral last week that he was lucky to have had two great loves of his life. One he was married to 38 years and the other 27 years. If only we could all be lucky enough to experience that much love followed by loss, yet still be able to be grateful and joyful when reflecting back. My thoughts and prayers are with him and all of the others who knew and loved Jean so much. She will be forever missed.

Posted in: on Saturday, January 30, 2010 at at 11:29 PM