OK. I have tried to leave WS, have tried to stay away. LOL. I just can't do it but for so long. Had to see what you all were up to.
I have been putting together a scrapbook of sorts out of the guest book from Nancy's birthday memorial party, and from the photos left there. It turned into a big project, involving some free-hand art stuff. So now I'm looking for a way to bring more permanence to the whole thing. If I send it to her family as is, it won't hold up to years of viewing and handling. Soooo....I'm going to take it to Kinkos or somewhere and have the pages put into a more permanent, archivally safe form. Or, may do it myself. I also made two little child's tote bags from fabric, with patch pocket on the front of each. The pocket fabric had stylized cats, butterflies, flowers and the like, in a graphic design, colorful. I collect lots of fabrics, so already had the fabric. Can you tell that I need a grandkid of my own?
The reason I decided to make a picture/signed guest book from the experience of Nancy's b.day memorial is because the black spiral guest book looked so lonely, forlorn. I wanted to send her family something HAPPY:nluv::heart::balloons::sunshine:, memorable, as well as something that the children can be shown when they think it's time, that will only bring warm happy feelings.
I will make copies to put on this site when I'm done.
Also, in the photo of Nancy and Krista on their birthday two years ago (2006) with the chocolate iced cake done in purple/green icing, where they are blowing out the candles together-----it has been cropped, but I have the original and it shows a tiny baby Katie in Nancy's lap, barely showing the baby's leg, arm and head. I was so surprised. Katie was probably 6 wks. old.
Pictures like that are in the memorial book.
When I hold the photos, I feel like I knew Nancy. She gives off energy from the images on the photos. When we die, the matter of which we are made ("matter can neither be created nor destroyed")...that matter is still here, yet in some other form. I feel that when I hold the photos, go through the book, read what people have written. And I wonder, how could someone who knew her well, knew her children, how COULD they find her disposable, murder her and toss her out on the ground? How do they sleep at night?