My favorite memory( and the one I draw most on for patience when I need it) was when I was about 7 or 8 and my grandmother was in the middle stages of Hodgkins disease. I am left handed and she was right and she had taken it upon herself to teach me to embroider. It was a slow and arduous task for her, though at the time I did not see that. All I saw was that my grandmother loved me and wanted to teach me something that we could do together. She died when I was 14 and to this day, 30 years later, I miss her terribly, but I learned to embroider and every time I pick up needlework, I can still feel her right there, teaching me patience and love.
How can you save me?
When the dark comes right in and takes me,
from my front walk and into bed,
where it kisses my face and eats my head. Shivaree