There have been a lot of recent deaths around me (a 38-year old coworker, a 28-year old parent of a client) and close calls with loved ones (Tara's stroke and Mr. Roach's heart attack), so I have been thinking alot about death and dying and what is after and what is left behind. I have thought alot about what we leave behind. There are memories, but they can fade. There are pictures, but unless you are vigilant, sometimes they are just pictures, nothing more. There are children and what an amazing legacy that can be. But what about my grandkids, yet to be born. And their children? If I was to pass, would they know me? So, I came up with the idea to make quilts. A tangible object that my family could wrap themselves in and talk about Gammy Roach and how much she loved them.
This led to my obsessive behavior and I have now "planned" about 20 quilts. Crazy, I know. Planning involves creating the pattern, purchasing the material and cutting the squares. I still need to buy a sewing machine, but I am almost ready to start. I have some baby quilts, some really pretty adult quilts, some rag quilts, a variety.
I have also decided to do a memory/family tree quilt for the Palmer family reunion next year. I have the quilt design planned and have asked Donna to set aside some of Grandma's clothes to use as quilting squares. It should be pretty cool. I also have some baby quilts planned for all the wee ones that will be there next year. And possibly one adult rag quilt with a cowboy theme.
Has anyone else ever felt this way?
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