Last Friday I hosted my quilting bee. For years, like clockwork, these ladies have come to my home once a month to sit and quilt and share quilting news. Occasionally we work on each other’s projects, but usually we work on our own quilts as we sit and chat.
\nThis should have been like any other of a hundred visits, but it was special. Very special. We were rejoicing that one of our members had lived through a heart attack less than two weeks earlier. She was with us, talking about her experience. She was clear on how serious it had been, but her natural good humor was underlying everything she said, and she was GLAD to be among us.
\nWe are not young women, but neither do we consider ourselves to be old. Don’t let the fact that we quilt make you think we are little old gray haired ladies. And that’s the rub. We all thought we were too young to have to worry about heart attacks.
\nNow, we feel mortal. We look at our friends and family differently, because we know that we could loose them, or we could die without warning. It makes you reconsider what’s important. I’ve just spent hours getting ready for a bridal shower. Perhaps, instead, I should have been spending time with my family.
\nToday I made sure to talk to each person. Each one got a hug, and plans were made to get together again, soon. My goal is to get past the trivial conversations, and get to know them better.
\nSince I don’t know when my time will be up, the only option I have is to make the best use I can of the time I have left. What does that mean for you? How would you best use your time? It’s something I need to ponder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last Friday I hosted my quilting bee. For years, like clockwork, these ladies have come to my home once a month to sit and quilt and share quilting news. Occasionally we work on each other’s projects, but usually we work … Continue reading