Hello. Hope you're having a great weekend. I've just returned to San Francisco after two weeks in Tennessee, which felt like two years because of all the intense feelings associated with this particular trip. My amazing dad chose to receive hospice care at home and left the world within a week. I was so very lucky to spend time with him before he died.
I try to keep things light and cheerful here on the blog and mainly focused on sewing and other creative endeavors, but since this is also my life I didn't think I could not mention such an important event. I also want to muse a bit about the healing benefits of creative acts. I'm not going to talk about the pattern or fabric for the above pic in this post. I will in my next post, though, because I think it might be of interest to sewists.
When I got the call from my mom that my dad wanted to stop treatment and would die within a week, I was utterly overwhelmed. My generous and kind boss used some of her air miles to put me on a plane (first class, no less) the very next morning. While packing and waiting for my laundry to dry, I finished the tee-shirt pictured here and found it so soothing to have something to do with my hands. I guess I'm a doer, so having something methodical to work on was comforting. While in Tennessee, I couldn't sew (this was one of those times that I wished I was a knitter since it's portable) and found myself wishing I could work on something during some of the long evenings while my father slept—not for the fun of making something new but so that I could be comforted by following simple steps.
I channeled a lot of my excess energy into trying to help my mom with housework and funeral arrangements. Towards the end of my trip, I used the long, quiet evenings to put together some pdf patterns while I thought about my dad. Since not everyone gets the chance to say goodbye, I feel eternally grateful that I was able to tell my dad how much I love him. I'll miss him like crazy, but I'm just so proud and happy to have had him as my father for the time I did. He had such a joyful spirit, and his illness had robbed him of so much of that. I'm grateful that he's at peace. The funeral (my first) was beautiful and heartfelt with some wonderfully weird moments that I think my dad, with his playful sense of humor, would appreciate.
Rest in peace, Dad. You loved and were loved and made the world a better place in so many ways.