We just got word that my husband’s older sister passed away yesterday. She went the way I would like to go. She was sitting in her favorite chair when her son checked on her that morning, dozing, he thought. Three hours later he came home and she was still sitting there. He spoke to her and she didn’t answer… and that’s when he realized she wasn’t breathing.
Julia was our favorite. She semi-raised most of her grandkids because they always wanted to go stay with “Aunt Julia.” She will be sorely missed.
We don’t know yet when the funeral will be… should hear today. But today I will be madly getting the trailer de-winterized and organized for the trip to south Georgia.
We had wanted to keep going south after we spent some time with Ron’s family. But I have two packages on the way that I need for our next trip, and they won’t be here for several days. So we’ll have to come back and wait for them to arrive.
I was writing another blogger yesterday about our love of crafting. I did silver jewelry, beading, Indian beading, soap making, tatting, crocheting, knitting, crosstitch, embroidery, wood crafts, gardening, canning, dehydrating, raising chickens…. any craft you can think of, I have probably dabbled in it. I dug up some photos of things I had done before camping took precedence over everything else in my life.
I’m in a strange space this morning. I think it’s just denial of what has happened and trying to distract myself.
Got to go pack a trailer and bathe a couple of dogs and get haircuts…