Jewells of Thought

Isn’t it funny when Facebook shows you a post you have pretty much forgotten?

All of a sudden I noticed this notification when it said her name it took me back a bit. We exchanged a lot of texts and some posts on Facebook, but this one seemed unfamiliar to me. I remember that cross-stitch piece though.

The first time we actually spoke to each other was at a Woman’s Meeting at Fellowship. It’s another reason why those meetings were and still are so special for me. Chelsea was also a part of our little gang after this, but I met them both individually at Woman’s Meetings.

The night I met Autumn Berrier was the night Tammy asked a few of us to bring our hobbies. The cross-stitch piece I was working on was a plane and I can’t even find my book even to say which one it was now. Although I believe it is the Spitfire British single seater airplane. It’s only been exactly 8 years since that last one I made for her brother. She thought it was neat that it was World War II and asked who I was making it for.

That was how we became fast friends. Then I visited with her to allow her to say she did some stitches when she gave it to her brother. We had fun though and she got to really surprise her younger brother.

She has been gone now for a couple to 3 years already. It doesn’t seem possible. When I saw the 8 years I was amazed how long ago it’s really been since we worked on this piece together. She really shook me up a bit and actually got me to some of the series, The Hunger Games. Yeah it’s still not my favorite movie series, that show gave me some serious nightmares.

She was a firecracker for certain. She had her own style with a different color in her hair as much as she possibly could. The only thing about her that tore me up was when she talked about her mother. I had never met her and didn’t want to think ill of her and the version I heard didn’t match up to the woman I know.

Life is ironic it takes turns and we see our parents in different lights. I am hoping that is what it was especially with some of what she shared with me. When I met her mom it didn’t dawn on me who she was in fact it took me a while to figure it out. She was a Sunday School teacher and Selena was in her class. I remember Autumn’s Mom being so sweet and was so loved at Bethel Church and still is. In fact she is such a prayer warrior she has messaged me a couple of times this year for some specifics to pray about.

I still remember when Autumn died; the toll it took on her Mom. She had to stop teaching. Now she is taking care of her ailing Mother. As much as I loved this friend of mine I had a difficult time understanding why she talked the way she did about her one and only Mother. It’s not my place to judge, every Mother and Daughter, including me and mine have had our moments.

I just really hope she knew how much her Mother loved her. I remember being in Church hearing her name mentioned nearly every Sunday on the prayer list. She was never forgotten by her Mother.

All of this hit me again last night when this memory surfaced from 8 long years ago!