Monday, May 7, 2012
Quilter at the Beach
So much for my promises to myself, to you awesome folks who stick with me without rewards...to anyone who is kind enough to check in on me. I am still at the beach. The first three days were nothing but thunder, lightening, and rain. Lots and lots of rain! My efforts at jealousy? Fagetaboutit. Now, fast forward to Friday and a game of "Bubba Beach Croquet.". Now, that is what I am talking about! Fun in the sun. Truthfully, it was both the best of times and the worst of times. Mother seemed to enjoy sharing her 93rd birthday with us. She particularly enjoyed the gifts and the birthday cake. I loved being able to reach out and grab my brothers, collecting hugs as often as possible. Those were, for me, the best of times. The worst is probably fairly obvious--- no Debbie. The void she left is tangible. The quietness, audible.