|All the blocks|
Linking to Amy.
|All the blocks|
|Time to rip!|
|Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument|
|Quilt before trimming|
|Faux quarter inch quilting|
Last week I wrote about my Dad.
Thank you all for your compassion and kind words. I appreciate all the good vibes. We will get through this. Just taking it one day at a time.
I finished the top on January 21, 2018. I posted a photograph on my Facebook page and had a lot of wahoo's. It was later that evening I got a phone call that my Father had died suddenly. Wow. I am still reeling from the news. Dad had seen my post via a friend and had told her it was really cool. My Dad had a lot of adventure in his life. He and my mother emigrated to the USA from Germany in 1956. They settled in Utah and had 3 children. They moved to the San Juan Islands in Washington State in the 80's and sailed for 10 years. Then they moved to St. George Utah. They traveled all over in a trailer and did the Snow Bird thing. In the mid 60's they had bought a lot at Bear Lake, which is on the border of Utah and Idaho. Dad built an A-Frame cabin. My siblings and I grew up there. Many fond memories. For long time, my parents would spend Spring and Fall in St. George, the Summer at the cabin and then travel to Arizona and Mexico for the Winter. We lost Mom in 2006. We lost my older brother, Tom, in 2011. And 12 days ago we lost Dad. 6 days short of his 86th birthday. My sister and I are left behind to pick up the pieces of our family. My Dad had a conversation with my husband the week before he died. He said that he had no regrets. I can find comfort in that statement.
|Brass and steam|