Similarity of My Grandmother's Cross-Stitch and My Illustration | Art
It had been quite a while since last blog, the past few months have been difficult. With my grandma's health problem.
She was admitted to hospital from end of September, returned to care home beginning of October. Her health was in balance for a while, but suddenly decreased. She passed away at the end of October, at the age of 94.
I was absolutely heartbroken, she was my favourite grandmother. My mother was devastated as well as my uncle, they're missing their mother very much, they only have each other since both of their parents has passed, 21 years ago with their father, then their mother few weeks ago.
My mum, my uncle, his girlfriend, my brother, my sister and I had been to my grandma's funeral few days ago. There were some of relatives and grandma's close friends there, also my mum's friends for moral support. It was really hard to think of her gone and saying goodbye, yet the weather was really lovely, despite the fact that it was quite chilly.
We had the refreshment at my house afterward, with relatives talked about the happy memories of grandma and their catch up with mum and uncle. As myself, my brother and sister don't really remember them much, even they had said that they remembered us when we were very tiny, their words honestly.
At the moment in after refreshment, I had look at some cross stitches my grandma had made, I came across with the Kingfisher, that I don't ever remember seeing it before. As I looked at it and thought something similar of her Kingfisher cross stitch, at that moment something popped in my mind about my illustration of Kingfisher I have in my sketchbook.
I went and fetched my sketchbook, flicked through and found the illustration. Came down and told my family about how I never seen the cross stitch of Kingfisher and then revealed to them of my illustration. They were really surprised how similarity there are from these two, as it's like mine and grandmother's mind were connect to create this.
Take a look at the photo of the cross stitch and illustration, I thought this looks like the Kingfisher illustration represent of me and the Kingfisher cross stitch represent my grandma, with myself looking up to my grandma.
This is why she was my favourite, even 22 or 23 years ago my mum used to drop me off to grandma and grandad, when he was alive at that time and I do remember him, and took care of me whilst she goes to work as well as my dad at work. She used to take me to the play group, walked around the church close to her house, used to make her homemade buttercream that I used to obsessionally eat them. Each year, with my brother and sister, we used to go over to grandma's after shopping trip in summer holiday, we have our lunch there and played some old games she had in her house. Even my parents, brother, sister and I had lived with her for some months or a year, I cannot remember how long. I remember how I used to mesmerising her knittings and looking through her cross stitches. As I grew older, even being teenager where typically you get bored easily, visiting to my grandma doesn't really bother me at all. This explained how close I was with my grandma.
I really missed her very much and am still grieving.
I love you very much, grandma. 💕💕
She was admitted to hospital from end of September, returned to care home beginning of October. Her health was in balance for a while, but suddenly decreased. She passed away at the end of October, at the age of 94.
I was absolutely heartbroken, she was my favourite grandmother. My mother was devastated as well as my uncle, they're missing their mother very much, they only have each other since both of their parents has passed, 21 years ago with their father, then their mother few weeks ago.
My mum, my uncle, his girlfriend, my brother, my sister and I had been to my grandma's funeral few days ago. There were some of relatives and grandma's close friends there, also my mum's friends for moral support. It was really hard to think of her gone and saying goodbye, yet the weather was really lovely, despite the fact that it was quite chilly.
We had the refreshment at my house afterward, with relatives talked about the happy memories of grandma and their catch up with mum and uncle. As myself, my brother and sister don't really remember them much, even they had said that they remembered us when we were very tiny, their words honestly.
At the moment in after refreshment, I had look at some cross stitches my grandma had made, I came across with the Kingfisher, that I don't ever remember seeing it before. As I looked at it and thought something similar of her Kingfisher cross stitch, at that moment something popped in my mind about my illustration of Kingfisher I have in my sketchbook.
I went and fetched my sketchbook, flicked through and found the illustration. Came down and told my family about how I never seen the cross stitch of Kingfisher and then revealed to them of my illustration. They were really surprised how similarity there are from these two, as it's like mine and grandmother's mind were connect to create this.
Take a look at the photo of the cross stitch and illustration, I thought this looks like the Kingfisher illustration represent of me and the Kingfisher cross stitch represent my grandma, with myself looking up to my grandma.
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| Left, my illustration of Kingfisher. Right, my grandmother's cross-stitch of Kingfisher |
This is why she was my favourite, even 22 or 23 years ago my mum used to drop me off to grandma and grandad, when he was alive at that time and I do remember him, and took care of me whilst she goes to work as well as my dad at work. She used to take me to the play group, walked around the church close to her house, used to make her homemade buttercream that I used to obsessionally eat them. Each year, with my brother and sister, we used to go over to grandma's after shopping trip in summer holiday, we have our lunch there and played some old games she had in her house. Even my parents, brother, sister and I had lived with her for some months or a year, I cannot remember how long. I remember how I used to mesmerising her knittings and looking through her cross stitches. As I grew older, even being teenager where typically you get bored easily, visiting to my grandma doesn't really bother me at all. This explained how close I was with my grandma.
I really missed her very much and am still grieving.
I love you very much, grandma. 💕💕
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