Well, I thought I had my scrapbooking mojo back when I posted a Christmas album back in February, but every time I sat down to craft, I would end up cleaning, organizing dies, stamps, labeling items, etc because I just drew a blank on how to get started again. Finally today, something just felt like I could do it. Today was the day to start scrapbooking the loss of my husband. I know Alan would want me to get back to what I loved to do before his death.
Every day I have walked into my craft room and looked at the box containing stacks of memorabilia, cards, notes and pics from December 2020. I just haven't been able to look through the box. My head tells me it has been almost 2 years, but my heart keeps telling me it was yesterday. But today it was different. I felt confident I could start documenting all those items. After all, I've been told, several times, you can do it, 'it will help you heal'.
So, I picked up the box, started going through the first pile of cards and then saw the picture of my husband. My pastor had placed Alan's picture beside his urn with the beautiful red roses in the sanctuary before his service. I decided I would start with his picture. I sat down and started pulling paper, cutting letters on my Silhouette and in a matter of minutes I knew how I wanted the first page to look.
I was able to completed a few more pages and then hit a wall. All the sudden the memories of that month just came flooding back and completely overwhelmed me. I broke down in tears and put everything away with a note to my brain, I would finish it later after dinner. My heart says, maybe in a couple of months....
Even though i wasn't able to complete all the pages, I am happy with the pages I was able to complete.
There were so many flowers delivered to the church and the house. The house actually smelled like a florist.
More to come on all the support I received during those difficult days.
