This PINK fabric once belonged to my sister.
She purchased the two yard length of PINK wool to use in the construction of a suit.
I knew that my sister did some sewing, but I did not know she had the skills to make a garment as complicated as a suit. Perhaps her intent was to have someone make it for her or maybe she wanted the challenge or maybe she was a whole lot better than what I realized.
For some reason, the suit was never completed.
My sister passed away nearly twenty years ago. She was just forty years old.
She had been ill, but we did not expect her to die----after all, we were still dealing with the death of our father, who had just passed away eight months before.
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Somehow, my mom ended up with the suit fabric.
I don't know when she acquired it---whether my sister had given up on ever making a suit and thought mom would do something with it, or if my brother-in-law asked mom if she would like to have it after my sister died.
My mother later passed the PINK treasure on to me.
I've had it for many years now.
I have never been able to use it--to cut it. You see, I love it just the way it is----even with the moth holes that have appeared in it over time.
I just have to look at my two yards of PINK treasure and hold it----- and I am quickly filled with memories of my life with my sister----a period of time that was far, far too short.
I have to say, we were best of friends---although, while growing up, we weren't.
My appreciation of her as a "person", and not just a pain in the neck sister, started the summer she lived with me and my roommate---three of us in a studio apartment--- with no air conditioning. She was almost 18 and I was almost 20.
She even got a job at the same place I worked---within walking distance from the apartment because we didn't have a car!!
That summer was filled with a whole lot of "partying" and bonding. I soon realized that she was so much more than the pest she used to be. She was my friend and confidant.
The following summer, she was my Maid of Honor. Not long after that, she was also married---she flew to Hawaii to wed her intended while he was on leave from serving in the Vietnam War.
She remained in the same area as we lived until her husband returned from the war. He was then reassigned to a base in Nevada. She and her husband moved away and it broke my heart.
We always stayed in touch, whether by phone calls (when we could afford the long-distance fees) or written notes.
She gave birth to her daughter while they were still stationed in Nevada.
My excited parents flew out to visit their first grandchild----I still love to look at the photos of them gathered around the tiny baby. Mom and Dad were sooooo young----and so was my sister.
Years brought many changes and moves.
They never lived near us again, but we continued to stay in contact.
We shared the events in our lives---the good times and

the bad.
We spoke of our ups and
our downs.
Times were rough for her little family and mine in those early years, but we still tried to make the best of what we had and continue to work for improvement.
She loved her daughter so much and she was so great about keeping me updated on what her little girl was doing. Her daughter was a talented actress and singer as a youngster----and she has evolved into a even greater talent as an adult.
I know her mom is watching from above and clapping the loudest whenever she performs on stage.
I remember she had many interests and loves. Close to the top of her Love List, was her love for her little family -----

and the LOVE she had for her poodle, named Danny.
I always thought Danny was a funny looking little thing as his lower jaw jutted out and exposed his bottom teeth. She didn't care---she was nuts about him and Danny was nuts about her, too.
I don't recall if she ever had a cat once she married and moved away. We always had cats when we were growing up at home and she loved them then. I'm pretty sure she would love the critters that live in my house now.
Whenever we were able to get together in person, we would jabber from the moment we first saw each other, until we parted. We were never at a loss for words.
We laughed a lot----especially when we each had our own little kids. They always brought us such joy.
While I think she might have been more "serious" around others, we were usually not that way when we were together. We had fun. I loved being with her.
When she became so ill, I called her frequently.
I felt so helpless.
We lived several hours apart and I had two young children. Plus, I had just started a new job.
It was awful not being able to be with her. . . . and I felt terribly guilty.
The phone calls I made to her eased my troubled conscious a bit, but I didn't really know if I was making life worse for her by calling so often......
until the last time I spoke with her.
During our very last conversation, she told me how much my phone calls meant to her.
I felt better.........
sadly, she passed away shortly after that.
But all is not sad........
when her daughter, my beautiful niece, married (about 10 years ago) it was to a fellow she had met while living in Texas. It turned out that he was a local boy---and they later MOVED to our town!!!!
What a miracle that she would fall in love with someone from our area and eventually call this place home.
On top of that gift, it came as a great surprise to learn that her mother-in-law worked (and still does) with a dear friend of mine. Her mother-in-law just happens to be one of the nicest people ever put on this earth. My niece is so lucky to have her and I am, too! She and I have become very good friends over the years.
Here I am with my beautiful red-headed niece.
How lucky am I to live so near to her and her family !!!

I am also lucky that my sister didn't finish that suit.
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