I made this little book after recieving the instructions and everything I needed to make it from a very crafty lady called Cleo.
I filled it with little photo's of my children and just squirrelled it away like us crafters do, saving it for a rainy day I expect, but knew that it was unfinished and that at some point I would be able to fill it, I would know what to put in it when I saw it!
Wrapped sweetly in black tissue paper, (WHAT, it matched the colour scheme!!), It was stashed for another time..
Then my dad became very ill with Cancer, I cried into my pillow for days, wanting to go and see him but being told that he wanted no visitors, this wish I had to respect. Finding out the same rule didn't apply to all broke my heart, made me angry and wanting to scream, but I had to repect what dad wanted.
It was whilst occupying myself one of those 'No Visitor' days that I came across this little parcel in the back of one of my craft trolley drawers... now I knew why I had put it away. For a rainy day.
Over the next couple of weeks I filled it with little letters, photos and odds and sods that I wanted him to have and once again stashed it away safely, ready for that rainy day.
Well, that rainy day came far too quickly for my liking, the drive there was a blurr, the sound of my heart in harmony with my breathing, my eyes stinging but the clouds just came and swept my dad up and took him to a better place. Even the good and great have to go some time. x
Lifting my head up to see him for the final time I wasnt sure...I left the room, had I come into the wrong place, Im sure that wasnt my dad...NO, deep breaths and back in I went...His hands, thats my dads hands...I just needed a moment. A moment to think. Standing alone, like his child I was, not knowing what to do, there was the sound of my heart and my breath in harmony with each other again... Just breath.
Tucking the little book under his pillow I explained that it was full of little things and that even though I knew he wouldn't read it the pictures might remind him that we all loved him. Looking back over my shoulder I told him that I would see him later... Just like I always did. x
