The first time I was left alone to embalm and dress a dead person, I looked down at the table and tried to decided-

was I an artist or was I a seamstress?

It must be one or the other, I thought to myself.

It was my job to repair, to erase the marks that death had left on this person.

I went about it slowly, methodically, gently and when I was finished I  I thought I  a happy mix of artist and seamstress.

But if truth be told, I’ve never been much of an artist, I don’t have the ‘eye’ for it. On the other hand, I used to make my own clothes and like both of my Grandmothers I was pretty good- no, actually I was very good at it.

I do believe we are all blessed with gifts, little gifts, big gifts and I suppose my little gift was that I am very handle with a needle and thread.