This post has nuthin' to do with sewing so if you don't want to read about something other than sewing, I would click out now.
Today I went to my Uncle's funeral. It was an Uncle (actually the brother of an aunt so he wasn't really my uncle) that I hadn't seen since I was a little girl but my mother really wanted her children to attend with her and who am I to refuse my mother. It was an interesting funeral because even though he had five children and 25 grandchildren, very few of them attended...only three of his children and a handful of grandchildren...and it gave me pause.
The funeral was a nice one considering that my Uncle did not go to church and the Pastor really didn't know him. Have you ever been to one of those - where the Pastor is basically vamping because he doesn't know the deceased? This one wasn't like that because the Pastor spoke to the living, the ones who cared about the actual proceedings since my Uncle had long since passed from this world.
It also gave me an opportunity to spend time with my brother, sister and a few of my favorite cousins at the repast following the funeral. To tell stories about each other and laugh at memories from when we were younger since we all grew up together. Inevitably the question came up about whether I still sew...yes, I've been sewing for so long that ALL of my family realizes that it's an integral part of my life.
...and that's what caused the reflection...since sewing is such an integral part of my life...what will the stories be that my family shares when I've passed on? Will they laugh about all the boxes of fabric that arrived? Or the times I dragged my daughters to the fabric store? Will they tell tales of garments I made for them and their children? Will I get to share my gift with my grandchildren (at least one) before I pass on?
...and will my daughters remember to put one or two pieces in the casket with me before I'm cremated? I know morbid right...but if someone can get buried in their car why can't a couple of pieces of fabric burn with me?
It's just reflections...things I'm thinking about as I sit in the sewing cave...realizing that we have a finite number of days and checking to make sure that I'm spending my time doing the things that I really want with my life. The concern about what would happen to my enormous fabric collection never once entered my mind. That is for my daughters to handle and dispose of as they see fit. My collection is here now to inspire me to create, to encourage me to think of new ways to use it and garments to make, and to be a touchstone of my craft.
...as always, more later!