It was just about an hour since I last took a picture. My mother-in-law brought a beautiful quilt that she had just finished making and asked me to take a picture for her. It is a pink soft fleece with what appears to be fluffy clouds floating by. Up in the left-hand corner is a sweet embroidered square she had sewn her wishes with her eighty-three year old arthritic hands for her dear, dear friend. This side will keep her warm. On the other side was the quilting. This time she did a ‘crazy’ quilt with squares and rectangles of many sizes and patterns sewn together. We sat looking at it in the kitchen. She was remembering where each swatch came from. One from her son, my husband’s pendleton, my daughter’s flower girl dress, her children’s school uniforms, some pieces that her mother had sewn, and so many more.
We sat for a while reminiscing. We would find ourselves with warm tears escaping from our eyes and pulling the tissues from the box. Later we would be laughing uncontrollably. There were a million memories in those old colorful pieces of material that she made to give to her dying friend. Now she will wrap her friend in that quilt and all of her thoughts of their days in the past to give her comfort and keep her warm