As is often my way, I never got around to making any more felt Roses and decided instead to attach it to a felt bag I had made. Everything just needed to be assembled by sewing machine and I put all the pieces in a zip topped bag in the loft with all my craft materials.
When my relative died suddenly and I arranged to see her at the undertakers I suddenly wanted to take my Rose to leave with her...
I opened the bag... it was missing - even though I had seen it through the clear plastic the previous week...
So I went to see her without it... and when I saw her it didn't even seem appropriate. I have seen people dead before - but never in their coffin. Perhaps it was because of the time lapse due to the post mortem, but I was horribly shocked...
The undertakers hadn't even made her hair presentable and it was dirty looking and tucked behind her ears. Of course, it was only the 'shell' that had been hers, but it was still a terrible shock. She was covered with a white lacy coffin lining attachment and I felt that as she loved colour so much she would have been quite horrified.
I still feel quite traumatised and depressed by her death - and how she looked. I'm not a stranger to death - but this was different somehow...
And what of the Rose? Despite looking EVERYWHERE, it has completely vanished....
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