I think I got the best one.
When my sisters and I went to Uncle Seiko's in Feb, our cousin Chieko gave each of us handmade gifts. To one sister, she gave an article sewn in a time-consuming "Cathedral Window" patchwork style. My other sister got a set of beautiful coasters for entertaining company. My gift was a quilted pouch made of fabrics from things belonging to her mother, with a sturdy zipper pull.
Chieko doesn't realize how much I loved her mother. She had pulled me to the side from time to time to ask me to pray with her from years back...from years before Uncle Seiko got saved, years before some of the grandkids were born, some adoptions had taken place, when they were still living in the old wooden traditional house. So when she told me of what the pouch was made, that meant more to me than if she'd gone out and bought an expensive one at a leather goods store.
But a pouch is just a pouch, where moth will eat through the lovely quilting and rust will do its work on even that zipper pull I so love. Friday was Uncle Seiko's funeral. Oh that my cousins would prepare for the time when moth and rust will be no more!
