The hub's grandmother, Lora Sexton, passed away this morning. Also known as "Memaw" (in fact, Britton's Memaw's Memaw, if you can follow that) she was a great woman. She loved her family immensely, and was a truly gifted quilter. In fact, she taught Memaw to quilt, and Memaw taught me, so her lessons have been passed on, as have her quilts. When her hands got too uncertain for quilting, she painted. We didn't get to visit her often, as life finds ways to take up your time. And, as you only realize when it's too late, we should have visited her more often. Soon we will attend her funeral, Britton too young to understand what has happened. But one day soon, she'll get to hear stories, and will come to known the woman who raised her Memaw. She'll continue to wrap herself in Memaw's quilts.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~ Robert Frost
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