My Mam died on Thursday. She’d just recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer and although the end came quicker than expected, she went peacefully and was in no pain.
She had a passion for sewing and needlework and made some beautiful things. Very few though were for her, they went to charity instead.
On looking through her sewing room my sister and I came across several unfinished things for charity that she’d either been in the middle of making, or was about to start:
Little teddy bears to bring comfort to traumatised and distressed children.
Adult, boys and girls quilts for families made homeless due to domestic violence or fire.
I gathered together all her work and brought them home. My Mam may not be able to finish them but I could.
Although I’m not as good as she was, I hope she would have been pleased with them when they’re finished.