My Dearest Auntie Carole,
We will miss you forever until we meet again in heaven. As a child I always remembered your visits to our house. We could not wait for our fun Aunt to come and make her amazing Caesar salad! You taught me how to cook and love the art of baking! You had a heart of gold for your nieces and nephews, always making us the most amazing handmade gifts. Every Christmas I treasure putting out your handcrafted works. It was a dream come true when I lived in Las Vegas and I was able to see you more often when you would travel through on your way to Arizona. If only I had known that you would have to live your last years away from us in Canada. We will forever remember the good days with our loving Aunt. The Christmas visits to Georgia, the spring break trips to Toronto, your trips to Pennsylvania, our trips down to Arizona to bring your grand nephews, Erik and Anders to visit you, and our fun times in Las Vegas. You are the reason that I am a teacher now and I carry with me so much that was inspired by you and your example. I can only imagine how wonderful it was to be a student in your classroom. You would be so proud of your grand-nephews and they will miss you forever. Rest in peace until we meet again. The poem below says it all about who you were.
A quilter treasures life's moments, one stitch at a time.
She knows the joy of patiently creating a work of art that can only grow more precious with the gift of years.
She tells a beautiful story with patterns and colors, and the patchwork of her life is woven with threads of laughter and tears, memories and dreams.
A quilter understands the value of preserving the past and has a heart gentle enough to stitch the gift of love into our lives for the future.
A quilter knows the blessing of treasuring life's moments one stitch at a time.
-Kimberly Rinehart
