When my friends lost their 11 day old infant, little Mary Rose, I felt very strongly to support them in little ways. Her mother was very focused on the Rose in her name. When Mary Rose was born her little hands were shaped like a little rosebud, and their younger son said they looked like roses. Hence the middle name. Little did they know that this Little Rose would soon be flowering in Heaven.
Because of the emphasis with the roses, and phone discussions about the family trying to pray the rosary together and having some difficulty with their young sons, I immediately thought of the crocheted roses and baskets idea from Kimberlee. I found some nice baskets from Michael’s with velvet linings, so the roses wouldn’t snag on the basket. I used I Love This Cotton yarn from Hobby Lobby because I don’t like how acrylic feels. I wanted this to be a totally tactile experience, with the roses being soft.
Being absentminded as usual, I did not take pictures. But go peek at Kimberlee’s and you’ll get the idea: 10 red roses, 2 white roses. Easy, easy to make. The hardest part is rolling and sewing them up. I’ve been tempted to try making these with an Irish Rose crochet pattern, but there are holes and the back doesn’t look as nice, so I’ll stick with this pattern.
Next I wanted to write my favorite part of the Funeral Mass, In Paradisum at the Final Commendation. The imagery is so rich that I always weep with joy at the image of the soul being escorted by the angels to Paradise. Mary Rose was baptized at the hospital, so her funeral Mass was for the baptized, including this at the end. I haven’t had time to refine my calligraphy to the level I’d like, but I still like to write as much as possible.
The Holy Spirit really led me in these choices. I have to admit the gifts were delivered yesterday. I’ve been slowly recovering, and it’s just been so hard to schedule extra outings. I ended up using special friends to messenger the gifts when she was close by at the Co-Op.
I think her favorite gift is the crocheted roses. She has been wanting that for her boys and dying to learn to crochet just for that reason! She told me that she used it right away, and her sons really responded well.
What I found is making and giving the gifts is also a blessing for me. All the while my hands are crafting, I’m offering prayers for the family. Giving a gift of my hands is also a gift of myself. Why do so many people offer to makes meals in time of need? It’s a gift of self.
Please keep Mary Rose’s family in your prayers. They are still having a difficult time. 3 months is not very long to soften such a loss.
I’m including this in Ginny’s Yarn Along, even though I’m not including any books and I’m a day late!