Sunday, last week, began with a call from my pastor
informing me that one of me dearest friends, a quilting buddy no less, had
passed unexpectedly. The rest of the
week passed in a blur as I tried to process this new reality and offer what
assistance I could to the family. Our
circle of quilty friends pulled together to prepare meals, gather photographs,
supply information for the obituary, spread the word and attend the funeral.
A member in our Tuesday group provided an arrangement so “her
spot” would not be vacant that first week.
At her husband’s request, the Tuesday group will be
completing a project she had almost finished.
Other than a few 16-patch blocks practically no sewing of my
own was done, and that only as a calming mechanism.