Tuesday I wrote a eulogy:
Mom's determination and bravery facing all of fortune's turns, and various joyful or challenging choices that life brought her way, have always been an example. Her tender heart, her eye for the whimsical and weird oddities in this world, her ongoing expression of creativity through art and especially through writing, have always been an inspiration. Her years of caring for her family in all the places we found ourselves, of drying our tears and encouraging our growth, these are only some of the ways she made our world better. For myself, I would scarcely be the person I have become without her clever fingers that taught me at an early age so many of the handwork skills that have brought so much enjoyment into my life, without her believing in my worth and ability before I ever did, for the challenging and the cherishing... without her, our story is ever missing a vital voice, and all we can do is our best, to take her myriad gifts forward into the future.
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The neighbor cross the street asked if she could harvest some of the pretty pink elderflower blossoms to make floral syrup - of course I said yes! A day or two later she brought me a small jar of the prettiest syrup to share...
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Who knew? How the Pre-Raphaelites Became Obsessed with the Wombat
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in the sewing room: I have been making progress handstitching a new pair of long fingerless bike-riding gloves, after my initial toile of the AC pattern was proved useful, particularly with a bit more arm length and a bit less finger zone width. Also, the Star Wars cosplay tunic I made for SR earlier this year has returned here for alterations, and I will be making up a lighter weight tunic for summertime wear (linen instead of wool)
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Began an initial scanning through the three envelopes of Mom's writing, and found some autobigraphical fragments from my father mixed in there as well. There is a family timeline of location (and a few events) year by year, which is something I personally have wished for.
