June of the year 1992, I was returning home to stand alongside a dear friend as
she married. Little did I know I was actually returning home to find my mother
had terminal cancer with an estimated time of 3 months left to live.
moved to Boston from Salt Lake City after high school to be a nanny, I now needed
to come home. At 21, the youngest of 4 children, I found myself having to face
the horrors of my mother's cancer alone. With the aide of Hospice, Mom was able
to stay in the comforts of her own home.
our family was all to familiar with this organization. Grandpa (mom's dad) was
also able to remain home with the aide of the first hospice in Brigham City, Utah.
Randy (Mom's baby brother and my uncle) also was able to stay home in Provo, Utah.
My dear aunt Bobbie also had cancer. Grandpa and Uncle Randy preceeded mom in
death and the battle with cancer. Aunt Bobbie is still with us.
a lot of time alone with mom, I needed something to keep my mind active while
Mom 'rested'. I purchased a counted cross stitch kit. I didn't really know what
cross-stitching was, but it looked like something to fill my time other than soap
operas and romance novels. I taught myself to stitch and am honored to be a part
of this project, combining two things very dear to me.
has been very difficult and rewarding to stitch this beautiful butterfly, taking
flight with her new found wings in the warm sun light, dancing freely about the
flowers and watching over us.
So it is this beautiful butterfly I dedicate to my mother, Karen E. Quintana.
I Love you Mommie.