For years, not sure how many, I have been attending the Mancuso quilt show in PA in September with my friend Cathy. Even though she lives nearby, we don't meet or speak too often. We have always made time for the quilt show together. It has been difficult sometimes. There was 2001, when the show 'shrank' due to 9/11. The folks who were there were a testament to wanting life (and quilting!) to continue even in the face of terrorism. There was the year of the hurricane, when the event was flooded. But the tradition continued.
Last year, my dear MIL died the last week of August. I forgot about the show, and Cathy didn't remind me. I'm guessing she felt I would be grieving too much, and didn't want to intrude. She was probably right. It was mid-October before I even remembered it was missed.
So, I was REALLY looking forward to this year's show. Now Cathy has called and life interfered and she cannot attend.
I am so bummed. DH said I should still go, and he even offered company bless his heart, but it just isn't the same without my friend oohing and aahing over the exhibits and sharing the chocolate fudge.
Sigh....
In the big scheme of things, it is not even a ripple. But I thought I would throw my feelings into cyberspace to share. If any folks could understand my frustrations it would be all of you.