Remembering Sierra

I wrote a couple months ago about my dear niece Sierra,

whom we lost this summer.

I wanted to make some special gifts for Christmas this year

to remember her by.

I saw some luminaries

on the ThatsWhatCheSaid blog...

... and went to work making some of my own,

with pictures of Sierra. 

I also had some of Sierra's t-shirts,

which I planned to use to make a quilt.

However, there were several shirts left over,

so I decided to use them in another project:

pillows.

I searched Pinterest and found instructions;

here's what I did, with my modifications.

First,

carefully cut the front of the t-shirt from the back.

Iron a generous piece of interfacing to the area you are planning to use.

I just used, I dunno, whatever interfacing they had on sale at Joann's.

I decided ahead of time what size pillow I wanted to make,

and trimmed the piece to that size.

Important!  If you have a 12" square pillow form,

you don't need to add seam allowance.

So your finished t-shirt piece will be 12" square.

As you can see from my photo,

I ended up adding borders to make the front the right size.

Go nuts with this!

Maybe you just need borders down one side.  That works!

If you're doing several (and get distracted by the Great British Bake-Off, like I did)

you might want to do all your math-ing and label your pieces with Post-Its.

Now, for the back.

I will do the math for you!

Whatever size your pillow form is,

you will cut TWO pieces:

the size of the form for one side,

and  the size of the form,

divided by 2,

plus 2 1/2 " for the other side.

Confused?

Well, for a 12" pillow,

you will cut two pieces, 

each 12" along one side,

and 12" divided by 2 (which is 6")

plus 2 1/2" (which is 8 1/2") for the other.

SO.

You will end up with the front,

which is 12" by 12"

and two back pieces,

which are 12" by 8 1/2".

Along one side that is the pillow length,

(the 12" side, in this example)

turn under 1/4" once, then again, and iron it.

Sew along the ironed part.

Now, you're going to add the back to the front.

Pin one of the pillow length pieces to one side of the front...

... then do the other side.

Now you can just sew all around the outside edge with a 1/4" seam.

After you sew,

turn the pillow right side out, 

iron,

and you'll be ready to stuff your pillow form in!

As you can see,

the two back pieces make a nice pocket,

so you can remove the pillow cover to wash it, etc.

And how did my sister like the pillows?

She liked them quite a bit.

Sierra

Twenty-five years ago, I became an aunty for the first time,

when my niece Sierra Rae De Paul was born.

A rare pensive moment.

She was a happy baby and toddler,

and was loved and cuddled and cherished, 

as all children should be.

The trusting look of a well-loved child.

However, Sierra began to have seizures,

which meant medicine and doctor visits and worries.

With her uncle Gregg.

But Sierra was still a smiling, happy girl,

and although her verbal language didn't progress,

she seemed to have little trouble understanding those around her.

With her mother, my sister Vicki.

She could be mischievous, but never mean.

She liked to tease her parents by shaking her head "No" when they asked,

"Do you love Mommy?  Daddy? Mat?"

but they always knew her true feelings.

With her cousins and sister.

The seizures and more health problems continued,

but you wouldn't know it by her attitude.

This picture couldn't be more accurate.

Although her parents divorced when she was young,

her father was always involved,

and she was blessed to gain a stepfather who could not have loved her more.

At my sister's wedding to her second husband.

Looking at the photos now,

it's easy to see how Sierra became more and more frail as she got older.

Her cheerful nature remained a constant, though,

and it was a rare photo that didn't capture her smile.

With her sister and cousins, again.

In time, her bones became so fragile that she was given a wheelchair to get around in,

a development that she embraced, 

as it meant it was easier for her to get to where she needed.

Her twenty-first birthday. She loved having her whole family around.

When she was young, she loved Barney, balloons, and puzzles,

and she never outgrew that love.

It was gratifying to give Sierra a gift,

since she greeted a new balloon or puzzle with a squealing delight

that made everyone around her laugh and smile.

Her Halloween costume.

 But... late this summer, she didn't feel well.

Just as her parents had done countless times before,

she was taken to the doctor.

However, this time, as the doctor sent them on to the emergency room,

she stopped breathing.

The medical team got her breathing again,

but it was too late.  The damage had been done.

We spent a week in the ICU waiting room,

and the nurses told us they rarely saw the room so full.

"Sierra always brought us together," said her heartbroken stepfather.

When the doctor told us there was no chance of recovery,

my sister stood by Sierra's bed and told her,

"No more boots, Sierra.  Just Barney and balloons."

Barney was happy Sierra would never have to
 wear an uncomfortable "boot" cast again.

We said our goodbyes, and she slipped away,

surrounded by her closest family.

When it came time to plan her service, my sister was adamant that it would be a 

"Celebration of Life," not some sad, dark affair.

We dressed in purple or green, in honor of the singing dinosaur she loved,

and the room was filled with balloons and pictures of Sierra.

Just some of the family that was there.

I nervously read a one-page remembrance, and hurried back to my chair,

but my sister tenderly, steadily shared memory after memory of Sierra

and how she had changed those around her for the better.

At the end of the time, we took the balloons outside, and set them free.

We watched them float away, purple and green and buoyant,

and thought of how much Sierra would have loved to watch them fly.

 A person's life is like a stone dropped into water,

the ripples moving out farther and farther,

touching shores and the ripples from other stones.

Like others who knew Sierra, I feel changed by knowing her.

My sister and I, for example, had a ritual when we said goodbye:

instead of hugging,

we would stiffly put out a single arm and tap each other on the shoulder.

It was a little joke about how we weren't a huggy pair growing up,

but when I saw Vicki in the hospital after Sierra entered it

we put our arms around each other for the first time since we were small.

And without saying anything,

we knew that going forward that is how we would say goodbye.

Because life is too short to keep those we love at arm's distance.

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 Goodbye, Sierra.

You will be missed by all who knew you.