I am an only child. Both of my parents doted on me! My father thought I was perfect; my mother knew I was not (probably because I was so much like her!) It didn't matter though, as she still wanted the very best of everything for me. My mother (whose 95th birthday would have been tomorrow) never worked outside of our home. Her goal in life was to see that my father and I were well taken care of--and she succeeded! She cooked (wonderful food!--big breakfast every morning with daily fresh squeezed orange juice), she baked (breads, cookies, pies, cakes--dessert every evening), she cleaned (I was always able to bring friends back to our house--she loved having us!), she sewed (most of my clothes, all of my Halloween costumes) and made crafts (I still have some of her handmade Christmas ornaments). She was a room mother, a Vacation Bible School worker, a Brownie leader, a great supporter and cook at our church. She made our house be what a home should be! We did not have much money, but I surely did have a rich life. My father died at age 58, and my mother survived widowhood very well. She kept busy! She continued to cook large meals, even though it was just her and the dog. We benefitted, however, as she would send meals to us a couple of times a week (entire meals--meat, potatoes, vegetables, dessert!) She volunteered at my children's school and was very busy in our church. She truly was a homebody, and did not want to venture far from it. However, she did LOVE short trips to Las Vegas. She and I went once each year. In August of 1994, the day after we returned, she had an appointment for a regular doctor's visit. Her only symptom was a small weight loss (she was thrilled--as she had dieted most of her adult life!) The doctor wanted blood work done, and two day's later, we were confronted with a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer. Everything that could be done was done. The cancer began silently, the cancer became painful, the cancer progressed quickly, the cancer was deadly. Less than six weeks after the diagnosis was made, my beloved mother died. Cancer is always devastating, but this type is particularly so. I pray that a cure can be found.
Now--for my card. I used Papertrey cardstock, a Sissix ribbon punch, circle nestabilities, SU's oval punches, Bugaboo's new bunny "cause" image, and unknown paper from my stash. I added a couple pieces of purple bling.
This card will be entered into a challenge at:
The challenge is to bring on the bling.
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