Quilt made from my mother's clothes; scrap afghan I crocheted many years ago
My daughter made my sister
and me lap quilts from several pieces of my mother’s clothing, and I
absolutely cherish mine. When she gave it to me, I rubbed my hand along
each square, remembering how she looked when she wore that particular
outfit and it made me feel close to her again. But when it came to the
squares made from one of the last hospital gowns she wore I wasn’t sure
how I felt. The hospital stay was a 24-7 vigil for us for a solid month.
It was tough and it was exhausting.
Then I started thinking about all of the conversations we were able
to have before the cancer (and fentanyl) took its toll. I cannot count
the number of times we said “I love you.” It was the last lucid thing
she ever said to me.
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