A baker’s dozen…
delivered in laundry baskets? And there they were all neatly folded in the baskets along with bags of left over fabric. Six months of her life spent getting to know our Ohana and more specifically myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope better, shirt by shirt. She remarked today about seeing the photo of him I posted just this morning wearing the Cheech and Chong t-shirt with our grandson at Waffle House, for she had just put it in one of the quilts.
And when the baskets were all gone from her living room, she looked almost sad for a bit as the quilts that had become a part of her life were now gone. And they will find their homes with our children, grandsons, his sister and me; heirlooms that will be passed down with love and stories for generations to come.
Each square on each quilt tells a story and it will be my project in the coming weeks and months to capture the stories as best I can through photos and words of love, laughter and aloha. And on this Sunday before the work week begins, I can still hear myDarlin’ saying, ‘thank you baby for doing my laundry’ as I hung his t-shirts, Aloha shirts and Chef’s jackets on hangers organized by color.
Dear Lord, I am grateful tonight for the privilege of sharing my life with myDarlin, for it was you that brought us together. And I am grateful for the serendipity of meeting Dawn as you knew that she would help to stitch the pieces of our lives together. As I cover myself in my quilt of well-worn aloha and t-shirts, I know that I am wrapped in his love for the remainder of my days on this big blue and green ball we call home. Mahalo nui my Lord.
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