Several Christmas’s ago, our son was not with us for the first time ever. It was such a hard Christmas for me. I was feeling horrible and was beginning to wonder if I would live to see another Christmas.
Suddenly, I felt the strong urge to put things in order. I wrote a simple will. I created a system for my bills and important documents that would be easy enough for Michael to manage. I began telling him where certain things were, what documents from Medicare, Social Security and United Healthcare meant and what to do with everything.
One thing I felt compelled to do was to make something by my own hand to give to William. I wanted to make a small quilt to wrap himself in when I am gone. Like a hug. I wanted to make a quilt to wrap his babies in.
I had made many quilts of various patterns in the past. At one point, all the beds in our house had a handmade quilt on them. Once I began to work at the school, quilt making was put on hold. After I became ill, I returned to the art of quilting and I have made several small baby quilts since I was declared disabled.
I chose a color combination they used – black and turquoise. Earth and sky. I made a rail fence pattern, sewed it in record time because I really didn’t feel up to it and shipped it off to William. It was very not perfect! I also sewed a little heart hidden in the pattern on the back in one corner.
His girlfriend at the time told me that he didn’t like it. It wasn’t him. I was sad that he didn’t get it. He didn’t understand.
While he was in Hawaii, I drove his car to the grocery store one morning. After shopping, I popped the trunk and there is was. Still in good shape. I was stunned. At least he still had it. I had often wondered if I he had thrown it away.
We have never spoken about it.
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