Nine years ago today, my dad Brian passed away after a very short illness. I miss him all the time, and often think of things I'd like to tell him (well actually I do still tell him) about all the things that Mr F and my girls have done, things that would have made him proud, and sometimes just things that would've made him laugh. As a nurse, I've spent many long hours with dying patients, and I never realised what an honour it can be to spend those last few hours with someone until I did that for my own dad - I felt both very proud and very privileged to have been able to nurse him at the end. Unfortunately it was a bloody horrid couple of days when my dad passed away, because Mr F's dad passed away the day before. I know - bloody awful.com. Oh dear, this all sounds very bleak, and I don't want it to sound like that all - yes of course I miss him - the whole family misses him - but he's always in our thoughts, and we often laugh about things he would say to us, and we quote what we call "Brian-isms" - you know, the funny things that he would do and say to us - so we remember him with laughter, not with sadness. Anyhooos, when I was nursing my dad, I'd read him the daily newspaper and given him a shave, and my sisters and my mum and me played lots of his old records for him, and a couple of his favourites were Louis Armstrong and Jim Reeves. I can't bring myself to play Jim on my blog, but here is Louis at his best - listen and enjoy.
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