I'm so sad to report that my friend passed away. I was shocked when I heard the news. She is such a fighter, I thought she would pull through. It has been a pretty teary week around here. This event has made me hug my own family a little more this week and has prompted me to get in touch with other old friends from my past to tell them that I love them. Because you never know if you may not have that chance again in this life.
It is tragic anytime a person so young has to leave us, but it seems even more so to pass away as a result of giving birth to her first child. My heart breaks for her sweet husband, new son, and extended family. My heart is heavy and yet, I find great peace in the knowledge that "all things are done in the wisdom of Him who knoweth all things" (reference here.)
I have mentioned before that I volunteered as a Mormon missionary in England about 14 years ago. (Hence, part of my adoration of all things British.) Sarah was my companion/partner for 3 months. Together we had the opportunity many times to share a message of God's plan for families to be together forever. I am more grateful than ever for that message.
When I first heard about the new baby I was sure I was going to make a quilt, but wasn't sure what to make. When I was told of Sarah's passing, (and since I'm on a bit of a flag kick) I decided to make Irish flags, so that this boy can always remember his mum's heritage.It has been cathartic for my heart, to put my hands and brain to work.