My dear grandmother, Phyllis Pederson, passed away Monday after a brave brave fight with cancer.
I named this blog rough hewn for times such as these. For those in-between spaces between joy and sorrow – where you’re not really sure which one to choose and not really certain you are feeling either.
My grandmother was a woman of faith, strength, patience, good taste, independence, talent, and creativity. She encouraged me to explore not only the world around me, but the world at large. My love for knitting and any skills I claim to have come straight from her. I will miss her abiding love and wraparound hugs.
I have often said that where words fail us, image takes over. I have been comforted by these two illustrations found on Nothing Relevant – a local blog I ran into through a random google image search. Very serendipitously, I think.
The last communication I had with my grandmother was through a Valentine I sent her last week. It was a card having nothing to do with hearts at all, but depicted (through a sheen of glitter, to my chagrin) a bird flying up with rays in the background. Like that bird and the bird above - I know she has flown to the safety of her loving savior. And as I think on this, joy overwhelms any sorrow I may have about her absence. For I know that she is truly safe at home.
Well hello from an irrelevant.
I must say that that logo design piece to the left is very pleasing.