Learning to quilt the "new" way with rotary cutter, rulers and machine.
Finding lots of ways to mess up.
That was the most amazingly beautiful obit with the most tragic horrible end. Truly heartbreaking for her family.
OMG how tragic. I can't believe the obituary..this is me sooo sad.Patyour blog looks terrific by the way!
It's weird that in reading her blog I felt enthralled in the beauty that she saw. Yet she was so sad. Such a contradiction. Thanks for sharing this. B.
OK...I am deeply moved by this now deceased woman that gave so much to others and was so needing herself! My heart breaks for those that can't find their way out of darkness! I am so sad, but also blessed that you shared her talents and life with us that didn't know her but appreciate her work!
I have never seen your blog but was looking around at quilts and came upon it through another blog site. I saw Elspeth's obit you linked to and clicked out of curiosity. I cried because I know her pain and know what it is like to try to take my own life. I am not 'cured' from this disease called depresssion but I have an incredibly supportive husband and family and am not in "that" place any longer, nor will I be in the future as long as I stay medicated and set healthy limits for myself. The effect her life had on so many people who never even knew her, and the effect of her death on me, who shares her pain, is a poignant reminder that I am loved, and what a hollow, empty hole I would be leaving behind for those who truly love and care about me. Thank you for sharing the link. Her story deeply pains me but it made me remember my worth.
Hey Susie,I, too, wrestle with the "black dog." Medication has never been that much help, in fact I think it often made me worse. Blogging has given me a way to present a happy face, a place to visit when I am down, and a way to connect with other women. I also work with adult students at school, and when one tells me I have made a difference in their life, I make sure to soak it in, and, even though the attention makes me feel embarrassed, I make myself remember that my being here makes a difference. We will never know the whole story about Ms. Thompson, since it is an extremely personal one, but pausing to honor her existence is important to those of us who understand some of what she may have felt. Thank you for taking time to comment, and for visiting my blog (happy place).
Ah, a kindred spirit! :) (A Quilter Awakens, now a happy member of my 'favorites'!) When I feel like things are slipping for me (and they do, after all, meds aren't the magic pill), my family tells me to go to my quilt room! LOL Quilting keeps me sane! Thanks for blogging, quilting, and sharing! One day at a time with this stuff, right?
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