2020 continues its bitter course…
my extended family has had a loss.
Not like a grandparent, who you are sorry to see go
but who has had a full and joyous life…
…but someone who had years ahead of them as a husband, a father, a brother, an uncle– that will now never be enjoyed.
After two years of suffering, when you think you have no tears left,
you can always surprisingly shed a few more.
We went back to the part of the country where we shared so many years together. It is comforting to see things that have been there even before that person was still alive.
Nothing lasts forever,
but we still hope.
And I always come back to my sewing room, where the stitches bring comfort, hour after hour.
xox
Carol
One Stitch at a Time 
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