I find that in blogging there is a very fine line between being open and accessible on one hand, and sharing way too much personal information on the other. I would hope I strive for balance. And although I prefer to deal with personal issues privately, sometimes I know I have to step out of that comfort zone if I want to be genuine in what I share. This is such a time.
As you know, I belong to a weekly sewing circle. Not only do we sew together, but are also close friends. Now, quite suddenly, we have lost one to death. Our friend Luchita took ill a couple of weeks ago, and died a few days later. A week ago last Thursday. Right now we are all grieving… we cling to each other, and know our group will never be the same again. We also know we want to keep our friend’s spirit alive among us, and pay tribute to her. We will miss her sense of humor… and particularly this little habit she had of bursting into song at rather odd moments. There is much we could say about her, and not enough space to do so. So for now I just want to use this moment to share a few photos with my friends, to remember this very gentle and kind woman who touched our lives deeply.
(click on the thumbnails for larger images)
One of the things we always kidded Luchita about was her growing number of UFOs. In her defense, I have to say she did exquisitely perfect appliqué, and took her time with it. And she did finish projects beautifully… as you can see.
Many, many years ago I had a conversation about death and dying with yet another friend who deeply touched my life. He was facing a terminal illness and knew his life would soon come to an end, and was extremely generous in sharing his thoughts and feelings on the subject. When I asked him if he was afraid of dying, he told me his only fear was to have gone through life without leaving a mark, without being noticed. (Which was not the case.)
Those words have always stayed with me. And as I now mourn the loss of another friend, I know this is what I would want her to know. Please allow me to say them in the language we shared: “Luchita, tu vida no pasó desapercibida.” (Your life did not go by unnoticed.)