When the Beaded Lady Bloomed
We met through my husband. He saw me working on a beaded necklace and said, “You would love her! She’s super sweet and loves to use tiny beads for jewelry making as well.” He was right. She was welcoming, loved to laugh, always encoura ging, and was willing to help show a new beading pattern. Her garden was filled with flowers and veggies. She could cook like nobody’s business, no measuring, just knew what was tasty. She and her husband would repeat or say in sync what the other person was saying. Showing pictures of her grandchildren brought a bright smile to her face. When Gregory was born, she was quick to want baby hugs. She and her husband would think of Gregory when they saw something he might like. She introduced me to like-minded beading friends. What a blessing of friends! We were there to see her before she passed. Her husband had taken good care of her. Her face was soft, gentle. ...