I drove the 100 miles from my childhood home today after doing something I'd been putting off for a while now--clearing out my mom's Wisconsin craft room.
I know it's been a while since she lost her battle with colon cancer, but the gravity of the task struck me when I first entered her untouched room. Shelves upon shelves of beautifully organized supplies, sorted by kit/collection in Iris drawers on wire shelving units awaited my attention. On her desk were three card bases ready to become greeting cards made by her hands with love. It was difficult to clear the surface. I felt so near to her at that moment, and I didn't want to disturb the memory. The passage of time has made it easier than it would have been.
Sorting through the supplies and deciding what to do with it all will be a task on my list for quite some time, but inevitably my thoughts shifted to my own craft cave at home and all of the riches within. How will I prepare for the day when I can leave it all behind in exchange for the incredible crafting opportunities that await me in eternity?
I'm not really sure that I have a point to this blog entry other than the following thoughts:
1. I really, really miss my mom. Especially today.
2. One day, someone will have to dispense with the crafting supplies that we've accumulated. I hope I don't leave him/her with too much of a mess!
3. One day, brothers and sisters will gather around a precious handmade scrapbook to remember, smile, laugh and cry. It's what we did today.
Life is short. Scrap on.
Tricia
