This morning, I switched my homemade &
MOD summer kitchen towels out for my homemade & MOD Fall kitchen towels:
ALL these Fall kitchen towels were designed & crafted last Fall, while Bob
was in the hospital – I needed towels, I needed something to redirect my
thoughts from the death sentences we were getting from the docs … and if, by
some miracle, Bob would be able to return home to me, I wanted him to come home
to a colorful & cherry atmosphere home.
Well; Bob DID go Home: he just didn’t come
back here to the home we set up here on Earth.
And, here on earth, in our home, I will be using those towels I made last
Fall; this Fall.
It is gonna be hard to do.
I will be thinking of the days those towels
were designed and crafted; designed at home after returning home from all day
spent by his side in the hospital, hearing conflicting, confusing, and dreary
doctors’ reports – and crafted while I cried and prayed as he slept (and
rallied to be brave faced when he was awake), watching him valiantly try to
fight off that insidious illness (along with the doctors’ killing “helps”)
that finally wore his body out.
This shortie towel is one such towel:
I patterned it after the colorful Fall leaved
scene we used to enjoy while walking our favorite county park & feeding the
squirrels when Bob was able to do that; Bob loved feeding the furry little
beggers. He enjoyed their antics ...
The videos are a little jerky and
not very well aimed, but we hadn’t had the phone very long; we were learning
how to use it – along with learning how to face death. Death was never taken off the discussion table when doctors spoke to us about the future; we did the best we could to learn the manuvers on both counts.
This towel is quite a bit shorter than the
others because I was lost in a fog while knitting it up, and didn’t realize
until it was finished that it was only half the length of what I
intended it to be.
This particular towel, over all
the others, will always be a reminder of those terrible
days … BUT Elohim was faithful, and got us both through those difficult and heart-rending days, and on to happier & better days.
We are both thankful: Bob beyond the clouds in his new celestial Home ... and me, still walking this Earth.
There was only 1 instance of an air bubble –
and that was not significant enough to damage the loaf; thank You, Yeshua!
For a light Supper, I had a roll last night with some Strawberry
Butter (basically just 1 cup of butter with strawberries whipped into it),
& a big mug of chicken broth – it was delish ;-)
