On May 30 my husband and I celebrated out 39th anniversary. We decided against gifts since we had just purchased a house in North Carolina and we had our hands full getting our Michigan house ready to sell. We’d be celebrating our 40th in a new house. We went out for a nice dinner and its a memory I will always cherish. Bill died suddenly 12 days later.
Bill’s funeral is this Saturday, on his birthday. Family and friends are coming from out of town. Its going to be a bitter-sweet weekend for me seeing all of them.
After our parents died we discussed our funeral arrangements and agreed that neither of us wanted simple services and no fancy urns but when I picked up Bill’s ashes a few days ago I saw how tacky the box was. I knew right away that I had to make a fabric box to cover it.
So for the first time in 6 weeks I picked up fabric and scissors and began to work. Years ago I made embroidered fabric boxes and I pretty much remembered the process. I had a nice piece of white dupioni silk for the base fabric and for each of the four sides I designed a simple motif representing one of the four seasons here at the lake. Bill loved nature and the gorgeous setting we’ve lived in and I wanted to honor that. I finished last night and I realized that while I was working on this one last gift for Bill that I started to feel a little alive again.
People start arriving tonight so I need to get ready for that now but I feel I have accomplished something and perhaps I will find some solace in working again.