Have you
ever known someone who lost a loved one whom they were angry with at the time
of their departure from this life? Many think the opportunity to forgive dies
with them…but not so. I’m so excited to share today’s trench truth with you
written by a former trench student, Annette Corona. I found this on Facebook
and quickly reached out to her to ask for permission to share. I was so proud
of her! Grab your coffee and come on in for Coffee Hour with Chicklit Power and
Thursday’s Trench Truth with Trench Classes United.
Vulnerability is here
folks! Read on if you’d like…
I originally started making this blanket for my sister about 5 years ago. These were some of her favorite colors (colors are purple, lavender, and turquoise but the camera isn’t picking up their true beauty). It was supposed to be her 32nd birthday present from me.
I was never able to give it to her because…well, allow me to explain, first.
I originally started making this blanket for my sister about 5 years ago. These were some of her favorite colors (colors are purple, lavender, and turquoise but the camera isn’t picking up their true beauty). It was supposed to be her 32nd birthday present from me.
I was never able to give it to her because…well, allow me to explain, first.
We had a difficult
relationship for many years. One time in particular, we got in a huge fight, and
as a result, I became very angry and held a grudge along with some other not-so-nice
feelings. Months went by; her birthday came and went. The unfinished blanket
and the yarn to make it sat tucked away in a closet.
For the next few months, we hardly talked, didn’t see each other at all. In fact, I purposely avoided her at ALL cost...until... I got a phone call from my dad that my sister was unexpectedly found deceased in her bed.
For the next four years, the blanket sat going from closet to closet with the few moves we’ve had. Every time I dared to look at it, it would remind me of those bitter feelings I had and still may. As abruptly as the relationship ended, that’s how abruptly I would close the closet door to my yarn closet. And when something is needed from that closet, I would purposely avoid looking towards the corner the bag sat in that held this unfinished blanket.
Today, my heart is calling to hold this blanket and feel the soft texture in a new gentle way. As I hold it, I feel as though I am being cleansed with a feeling inside of me of forgiveness, forgiveness for her, forgiveness to myself.
For the next few months, we hardly talked, didn’t see each other at all. In fact, I purposely avoided her at ALL cost...until... I got a phone call from my dad that my sister was unexpectedly found deceased in her bed.
For the next four years, the blanket sat going from closet to closet with the few moves we’ve had. Every time I dared to look at it, it would remind me of those bitter feelings I had and still may. As abruptly as the relationship ended, that’s how abruptly I would close the closet door to my yarn closet. And when something is needed from that closet, I would purposely avoid looking towards the corner the bag sat in that held this unfinished blanket.
Today, my heart is calling to hold this blanket and feel the soft texture in a new gentle way. As I hold it, I feel as though I am being cleansed with a feeling inside of me of forgiveness, forgiveness for her, forgiveness to myself.
So I’ve decided to crochet my way towards forgiveness and finish this blanket. But that’s not all. Though my sister is no longer here for me to give it to her, I know in my heart I need to give it as a Christmas gift to the person who is hurting the most in all of this; my mother.
There is freedom in
forgiveness
Annette
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