Butterflies
I have a special love of butterflies. I had two conversations with my Dad just a day before he passed on from this world... I was sitting on my front porch both times. I have soaker hoses that if you turn them over the water sky rockets into the air... I like watching them because it causes rainbows. i was talking to my Dad on Wed and the butterflies were just dancing in the water in and out and around the flowers... My Dad was telling me that he had been afraid he had dimentia because he couldn't remember short term memory items...he couldn't manage his checkbook anymore... then the next day, I was again on my porch and again the butterflies were out there dancing - talking with my Dad and he asked me if the butterflies were dancing again for me... i told him see Dad your short term memory is just fine. My Dad passed on the next day - he had a brain tumor that was inoperable...
I went to the memorial service for him and the funeral director gave mea pin of a butterfly and a beautiful poem to go with it. It seemed unbelieavable to me..
so on the wall in my sewing room I have butterflies that I someday will make into a quilt - haven't decided how yet but here are some of them... one set are all applique butterflies - the other is a creation of mine with thread and and glitter stones and fabric. There is an addtional butterfly on the wall that is embroidery on my sewing machine.
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I know my Dad is in a better place but I sure do miss him - someday I will make a butterfly quilt in tribute to him - these butterflys may or may not be in it but when I see them they give me fond memories of my Dad...