Mother's LoveA Stained Glass Abstract Quilt
Wendy Purves
I can only think of one time in the past twenty-four years when I went more than a week without talking with Chicago Son for at least a few minutes, regardless of where he was in the world.
But now he is not. And ten weeks is too long to go without hearing his voice.
Imagine years. Imagine always into the future.
11 comments:
beautiful art.
painful truth.
(((gg)))
Crying.
Praying.
O, the heartbreak in your words and in the beautiful quilts.
So true. The quilt is stunning and it also makes me think of all the tiny stitches that hold each individual piece together...to make the whole...the intersection of each piece...and the spectrum of colors.
Continued prayers for grace, peace, and wisdom.
{{{{{{{gg}}}}}}}}}
This knowledge - so simple and true - is impossible to wrap my mind around, probably for you too.
Sending love.
I can imagine, and I cannot.
Continuing to hold you in prayer: (((GG)))
Oh my friend...I imagined for a second, a "Noo" rung itself out of the core of my being and then I was, of course, able to return to the world in which I am not dealing with that degree of loss...There are not enough ways to say how sorry I am...all I can do is pray.
There may be dreams for you. There are for my mom with my dad.
((((GG))))
yeah...into forever...
Tears for you, my friend.
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