Joining in with Peggy again, sharing some of the {TH}reads of my week.
Amongst other things, I am reading the journal my mother kept for a few months after my father left in 1984. She was 53, just a year younger than I am now. I wish it was longer than a half-filled composition book and a handful of letters…but I don’t think I could ask for it to be more than what it is. It is full of her and is helping to bring back memories of Mom before the Alzheimer’s changed so much-in her and in my memories of her.

And as for the making…I am glad to be able to say that the garland of her old handkerchiefs is finally stitched and hanging over the threshold of the new-to-us bedroom.
It is good.
It feels helpful, to have accomplished it.
Another small layer of healing.