Saturday, October 07, 2006
I was born on October 8, 1950, but
this isn't about me, it's about my Mother who passed away almost 6 years ago, right before Christmas, she was 80. She lived back in Texas in a assisted living home, she hated it, wanted to be back in her own home and was always calling me to ask why she couldn't be home and have her car and her cats. She had named all her cats after her children, I of course was named after the most rowdy one. She drove until it scared all of us to death that she would and could be behind the wheel of a car. I made this quilt for her for Christmas, this is a duplicate of the original. Jim, my husband, was flying to Florida to see his family fo the holiday and was stopping in Texas to see her and give her the quilt. She had a stroke the day before he arrived. He brought the quilt to the hospital and the nurses kept it on her bed until she died. It was displayed at her funeral and we buried it with her. The duplicate hangs on the wall in my bedroom. There are pictures of her when she was young with my Dad, posing in a bathing suit that she would be embarrassed that anyone saw her in now, but I love it. She have birth to her only daughter 56 years ago tomorrow.