At my friend Maria's wedding in August 2008. I'm wearing S3833.
I'm really sorry to write this post to tell you all, my sweet sewing friends and blog readers, that my dear mom Judy Burkhardt suddenly passed away in the early evening of Saturday, April 5, 2014.
It was a shock and surprise to us all, though looking back the signs were there starting in the fall of 2012.
June 13, 1964.
It is really hard to believe she is gone. She was 69. If she had lived 10 more weeks, my parents would have reached 50 years of marriage. They were high school sweethearts who had dated for 5 years before that. And they still liked and loved each other!!
My parents at 15 and 16 years of age.
Dad and I co-wrote her obituary and her eulogy. I might post the eulogy on my blog, or I might not. Not sure yet. The funeral was amazing, if a funeral can be such a thing. We had the funeral in her hometown of Florence, NJ and had the funeral director, who went to high school with my parents and who my mom actually liked, read the eulogy Dad and I wrote. We estimated mom gave away over a thousand bouquets in her lifetime. We did not ask for donations because we wanted the flowers to come back to her. The amount of "floral support" was outstanding--it was like a wall of flowers. My uncle sent an amazing bouquet that the funeral home put in my mom's hands. It was gorgeous. Dad had the idea to bring the cat apron I made her for Christmas, and we draped it on her arm and over the side of the casket. We dressed her in one of her typical outfits--white turtleneck, turquoise button down shirt, cream sweater, unbuttoned, with a cat pin. She was always wearing cat or heart pins/necklaces.
Mom's first car: 1957 Ford Thunderbird Convertible, in
The support of all her communities was outstanding--Dad's family including my 98 year old great aunt Iris; Mom's high school classmates (she organized a monthly luncheon and loved chatting with them); her Wall neighbors; Dad's coworkers who all knew her from the summer picnics and Christmas parties she helped organize (and my dad's been retired for almost 13 years now!); my former and current coworkers who all knew her from the mini-pumpkins she decorated and gave to them, but most of whom she never met; my third grade teacher who we kept in touch with--she gave flowers to him on his birthday every year; my friend from the gym representing the evening rampers; my childhood best friend and her whole family--she always thought of my mom as her second mom and mom thought of her as a second daughter; even a college friend who is a professor trying to get tenure and has a family of her own but took the train from MA to attend the funeral because "that's the impression your mother made on me."
4 generations: my great-grandmother Mema, my mom, me at almost 2 months of age and my grandmom in 1975.
Mom loved the internet and email. She was the number one fan of my blog. She must have been constantly checking to see if I wrote a new post; sometimes she'd email and comment on what I had made when I had just pressed the post button a few minutes before. She always emailed me her comments; she never left one on my blog itself. She was also fond of reading the blogs on my blog roll, in particular Sidewalk Shoes for the kitty cat pictures on Saturdays (Pam, we *both* loved your story of how Coco came to be in your life because it was so much like our Cali cat), and Marisa at New Dress a Day (she often would tell me to check out something interesting or a scandalously low bust line on Marisa's blog). She also really enjoyed I can has cheezburger for the LOL Cats.
My mom's favorite picture of her and dad, taken in Myrtle Beach in the late 80's/early 90's.
Mom read all the comments you, my readers, left on my blog and sometimes she would email me about your comments, or she'd say "your sewing friends are going to love all this detail" when I'd write an overly long and picture heavy post.
1985: Mom, Aunt Barb, Uncle Jim, Grandmom, Granddad
Me, my cousins Kris, Ryan, Jamie
She was so sad, like I was, when GwenSews passed away; she couldn't believe it either and she cried like I did. She said she felt like she knew Gwen, as did I, even though we never met Gwen--but Gwen had commented on almost every post I had written since Gwen found my blog at the end of Jan
Before going back to Bryn Mawr for my senior year, 1997
I wore my favorite dress, Vogue 1351, to mom's funeral. I wasn't sure about wearing it with the red belt but Dad said I should wear what I'd like and dress like me. The red belt is me.
Me and mom on Mother's Day 1977. Mom is 32 and I'm 18 months.
As for my dad and myself, we are doing ok. I have always had a great relationship with my dad but we are spending more time together and learning more about each other. The obituary, eulogy, and funeral came together better because we worked on it together. We are grieving but are functional. At work, the software upgrade happened on April 12, the day after mom's funeral. My kind and amazing boss said we could move it but I felt like we were so close to go-live we should just do it. My coworkers were a huge help and I am grateful to them. I am still working on this other huge software project that goes live July 1. I'm looking at that project like my college degree: I've been setting aside things I want to do in order to work on the project and just get it done. I had been keeping a list of things I'd like to do after go-live that I haven't been able to do personally. I had gotten myself onto a schedule that let me go to the gym after work, work 6 days a week, keep the house clean, and do sewing on Sundays before Mom's death. I think the sewing is going to slide for now but I'd like to pick it up again after go-live. I really want to get back into making dresses. I have somehow gotten mired in fit and I just want sewing to be fun again. Time is so precious, life is so short to spend it on struggling over fit (besides many other things).
Thank you Mom. I love you. I miss you. I can't believe you're gone.