My Welsch Sister
I have many sisters. Biologically, and heartfelt. I even have sister's here. Four of them, whom I love dearly. You know who you are.
One of my heartfelt sister's left on Wednesday to go back home to Wales after being here in California for 25 years.
We met shortly after she moved here. She was working at one of our local dive shops. It was one of my cats favorite stops on our way back from his daily walk down to the pier and back. She always greeted him with treats he walked back to our shop. We became fast friends and our friendship quickly became a special sisterhood.
Due to the pandemic and the many changes that struck us all, she made the very difficult decision to go back home and be with her father and brother. A decision that was hard to make, but I feel it was the right one for her at the moment.
During her last days here, as she continued to consolidate and pack, she would come to my shop to take a break, bring items she wanted me to have and we'd reminisce about our times, days, and years together. She came and said goodbye just hours before her flight. There were no tears, just hugs and loving words.
This morning, I awoke, realizing that I wouldn't see her today as I did every Sunday. She wouldn't be here to visit with my cats who live at my shop, to give them treats, to offer her lap. She wouldn't be here to chat with, to share her latest drawings with me, and for me to share my quilt progressions. She wouldn't be here to just sit with her sketch book while I made a pattern for a new custom wetsuit.
Part of me is sad she's gone, part of me is glad she's home. Today, the years of sadness and happiness that she's there.
I love you, my dear sister. We will be in touch.
One of my heartfelt sister's left on Wednesday to go back home to Wales after being here in California for 25 years.
We met shortly after she moved here. She was working at one of our local dive shops. It was one of my cats favorite stops on our way back from his daily walk down to the pier and back. She always greeted him with treats he walked back to our shop. We became fast friends and our friendship quickly became a special sisterhood.
Due to the pandemic and the many changes that struck us all, she made the very difficult decision to go back home and be with her father and brother. A decision that was hard to make, but I feel it was the right one for her at the moment.
During her last days here, as she continued to consolidate and pack, she would come to my shop to take a break, bring items she wanted me to have and we'd reminisce about our times, days, and years together. She came and said goodbye just hours before her flight. There were no tears, just hugs and loving words.
This morning, I awoke, realizing that I wouldn't see her today as I did every Sunday. She wouldn't be here to visit with my cats who live at my shop, to give them treats, to offer her lap. She wouldn't be here to chat with, to share her latest drawings with me, and for me to share my quilt progressions. She wouldn't be here to just sit with her sketch book while I made a pattern for a new custom wetsuit.
Part of me is sad she's gone, part of me is glad she's home. Today, the years of sadness and happiness that she's there.
I love you, my dear sister. We will be in touch.
