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I was feeling sad on Saturday. It was one of the last days a year ago that I saw my Grandpa alive. I was sad thinking about how it was our last good talk. We talked about how he loved to go to dances and woo the ladies. I think he might have been a bit of a ladies man back in the day. We talked about his favorite music and his favorite dances. We held hands. I helped him put on his chap stick. He like me was hopelessly addicted. I was telling Cory ab0ut all this and feeling sad, then Cory said, "Sadie those memories shouldn't make you sad. they should make you happy. I would give my left pinky toe to have had one last fishing trip with my grandpa."

At that moment I realized that I was blessed. God gave me so many memories. Memories bright and beautiful enough for me to make a quilt in my mind. I can pull them out at any time and smile. I can laugh and maybe even sometimes I can cry. I love thinking of all the quilts that I'm making now with Isaak and Cory. I love thinking of all the people in my life that I just love and talking to them and spending time with them and making them a little square in my quilt of memories. God is merciful.

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jaredandgina said…
I know that feeling but it is great that you have those precious memories with your grandpa!
I am glad you have those memories. I know it must be really hard for you to deal with his passing since he was a father figure for you. Just know you will see him again and he is still watching over you. It is just from the other side now. Sorry things have been so rough for you lately with all the sickness and other stuff
Unknown said…
I really like how you phrased that... a memory quilt. I too feel sad from time to time when I see photos of my grandma who passed just a couple years ago. Cory is a wise sage. Then again, his wife is quite wise too. We're lucky to have you as friends. I hope we can make some more quilt squares with you guys soon! :)
Tina said…
I love this! What a beautiful post. Even though, I kinda feel like a horrible friend because I know I talked to you on that day and I did not even know you were feeling sad.

Love you!

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