I DID NOT DIE
Do not stand by my grave and grieve.
I am not there, I did not leave.
For I'm that distant shining star.
I'm all around you, never far.
I am the sparkle in children's eyes.
I paint the blue in the autumn skies.
And in those cool sweet summer eves,
I hide in the shadows the sunshine weaves.
Do not stand by my grave and grieve.
I am not there, I did not leave.
For I'm that distant shining star.
I'm all around you, never far.
I am the sparkle in children's eyes.
I paint the blue in the autumn skies.
And in those cool sweet summer eves,
I hide in the shadows the sunshine weaves.
Yes together we laughed and cried,
But now I'm ever at your side.
For as long as I am in your heart,
We'll never really be apart.
But now I'm ever at your side.
For as long as I am in your heart,
We'll never really be apart.
(By R. F. Kramer)
Sometimes people have asked me how I have ever started to make handicrafts. I do not know the most right answer but my grandma and my sister have probably influenced me most. By now, I have lost both of them... If there was one thing very common for me and for my sister it had to be the passion for handicrafts.
My sister was brilliant in drawing, she just did not like to draw people, she told she could not, but I think she could.
She was great at sewing clothes. She attended a sewing course in the hobby house for years, later i went there as well. We had same lovely teacher. I wanted to become as good in sewing as my sister was. Later she sometimes designed her own and her children's clothes. Sewing seemed to be so easy for her, she even did not need a proper pattern to start sewing something. She also sewed some clothes to me years ago.
She also was good at knitting. Both me and my kids have worn items knitted by her.
She was also fond of calligraphy, making leather jewellery and flower compositions.
I would have had so much to learn from her. But there is no chance for it any more. Maybe one day I can forward her passion for handicrafts to her little daughter or at least tell how talented her mother was.
Rest In Peace, my dear sister...
(On the photo: my sister wearing a dress designed and sewed by her in our wedding)
7 comments:
Väga armas postitus! Salm ütleb juba kõik.
Mäletan Sinu õde just sellisena, nagu sellel pildil selle isetehtud kleidiga Sinu pulmast. Ma isegi teadsin varem, et see kleit on tema enda disainitud, kunagi rääkisime sellest.
Olge tublid ja tugevad, Sinu õde elab edasi teie südametes, mälestuses ning lastes.
Südamlik kaastunne! Me ei tea, kaua meile on antud siin imelises maailmas viibida. Kurb, et su õele anti nii vähe aega. Oskaks vaid sind kuidagi lohutada...
My dearest Eda, your words have touched me a lot. The poem is so wonderful and your sister was a very talented and creative person. I hope that your creative hobbies will help you to handle this. Crafting and art can be like therapy for the mind. I have thought a lot about you and your family the last hours. It is so really sad and I wish you all the best. My deepest sympathy. Hugs Yvonne
R.I.P. Jeg føler med dere! Livet er urettferdig.
I am so sorry for your loss. Thinking of you a lot, wishing you and your family as much strength as possible. Many hugs.
That's a beautiful poem that has touched me to tears and fits the occasion perfectly. I hope that your sister will always remain around you! Hugs!
Aitäh toetuse eest. Sõprade toetus on sellistel hetkedel väga oluline.
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Thank you for your support, I appreciate it a lot.
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