My Uncle Francis passed away today. I hadn't seen him in years and I regret the time lost. Even though I know I am much older, I still feel like that young girl that couldn't wait to visit my Aunt Dalene and Uncle Francis in Cedar Rapids for a week during the summer! I always had so much fun and truth be told - usually got whatever I asked for. :) (Like wanting to go rollerskating even though my cousin Lorie was grounded - we got to go, of course!) Unfortunately, when we were home for Christmas we didn't get a chance to see much of the extended family. I had hoped a visit this summer would correct that.
In my mind, as crazy as it sounds, I still see my Aunts and Uncles as they age they were then. I don't think of them as being older now, more fragile, less resilient. Truth be told, I see my parents that way as well. It's easier that way. My parents are so full of life and hopefully I have many, MANY years before I have to feel the sorrow that a few of my cousins have had to feel. I cannot imagine and I am in no way prepared to start.
If there is a silver lining, today's news got me back into my stamp studio. I felt a great need to get inky fingers and create mindlessly, with no idea of where my journey would take me. Earlier today I had visited an enormous flea market in Nashville and found a huge bundle of shipping tags that were calling my name. I grabbed those, my Tim Holtz distress inks and started to play. The tag below is the result of a couple hours of soul comforting creativity.
Before, a blank shipping tag... and now......with a bit more soul.
So with very stained finger and chamomile tea consumed, I bid you all good night....
May the wings of angels wrap around all tonight who have lost a loved one.....
1 comment:
beautiful! glad to see you creating again... sorry to hear about your uncle! *hugs*
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