Last Sunday a church friend posted a photo of an afghan that Janet made for her when she was pregnant with her first child. I remember it vividly because at the time she lived near us. Our grandmother taught both us but I just couldn’t get the hang of it. When I would tell Janet “I wish I could do that” she would tell me “it’s ok…you have other gifts”. When I look at the photo I remember watching her daughter run up to her grandmother in coffee hour. Teasing someone on the CD committee. At the same time it’s bittersweet because I wish I had one. She made many as wedding gifts and it truly is a labour of love.
Today my Christmas card FINALLY came from my friend in Australia (2 months later). It was in a bubble envelope and it was a challenge to get into it. I kept thinking “gosh Janet must be laughing at me!”. Inside there was a felt mouse holding a coffee cup. When I opened the card I saw that she drew me here (where it is cold) and transported me there…where it is warm. Because that is what we both wish is that we could be together to give each other a hug. In the card she said that she was wandering around a shop and happened upon the mouse ornament. The person in the shop said “aren’t they cute”. It reminded me so much of going for a walk and peering in the shop window. The store owner opened the store early for me. At the back of the store was a tree full of mouse ornaments. I have told the story about how I stuck a $20 bill in my pocket…which was just enough to pay for it.
I remember when Janet died how many people went to the service. How many people she touched without me even knowing. She is my twin but she was also a student, a cousin, a friend. The first thing people remember is her laugh. I miss her but I treasure those times when she whispers to me that she is near.
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