A couple weeks ago I was going through some boxes my dad had given me that once belonged to his mother. My grandmother.
A grandmother whom I never really knew. She is his mother...his adoptive mom.
(over HERE is a little more about this story...about the distance that once was)
I think I truly would have loved her. I feel we had a lot in common, blood related or not.
With all the sewing things was this box.
I know she was from Spain and her name was Zulia. I know she loved sewing and knitting and crotchet work.
I know we would have gotten along well and I would have loved to learn just some of the things she knew about sewing.
I know that, even though we were not related by blood, that we would have had plenty in common to talk about while we sewed.
I also know that, even though she is no longer with us, I have a glimpse of who she was within these items....I know I would have loved her.
We would have gotten along splendidly.