Both my parents died in November 2011, within 18 days of each other. While I was going through that grief my quilting took a major hit. Instead I started reading all the books on my shelves. Then about six months later I sat down at my machine one day and within a week had another queen sized quilt top completed.
All of 2012, Wayne and I were looking for a new house with an open floor plan. The incurable disease in my legs were making it very difficult to get around and with his bad back, we needed something without steps or with a ramp.
By November 2012, I had damaged my Brachial Plexus (something snapped in my armpit) and after 3 months in transitional care, I ended up in a wheelchair. Obviously I couldn't bring my sewing to transitional care, so I took up crocheting hats. And when I left I had a box of 156 baby hats completed.
January 23, I moved to Assisted living...mainly because I wasn't able to get into the split level house. We discussed remodeling the house and decided it would be easier to find a rambler house and move. I think it was early February that the guys moved in a desk and my computer, along with a table, my sewing machine and projects for me to work on. It was about the same time we began looking for wheelchair accessible housing.
By Easter 2013, Wayne was sick of our never-ending winter and was heading to Arizona for a couple weeks in the sun. He was staying with a family that lived east of Tucson, as they had RV hook-ups and it might be a fun place for us to be snow birds come next winter. His brother took him to the airport April 5th and he was coming back on the 16th. Unfortunately, the morning of the 11th, Wayne died in his sleep.
Once again the sewing machine got buried in dust and crocheting has filled my days and nights. I have crocheted baby blankets, hats and neck warmers. The hats have been a popular item this year as we plunder through another hellish winter. I have sold 56 hats and there are still more exploding out of boxes. You would think that I would be tired of making them, but they are an easy project to slip into my bag when heading to another appointment.
I am hoping that when I am in a place of my own...my sewing will be renewed. I can't wait to be reunited with all my fabric!!!!! LOL
After 36 years with Wayne, it feels too weird to be starting over again. Wayne will always be just a whisper, a smile or a song away. Soon, the old chapter will close and I will turn to a blank page, starting over. Wonder where the next journey will take me?