I had posted before that I made a quilt for a patient who lived at the same facility that my mother did. The patient’s name is Diane. I went to visit my mom today in hopes of seeing Diane’s daughter there. She often would come on a Sunday with her dog and visit patients and her mother. The timing was just right, the daughter was visiting my mom when I walked into my mother’s room. With the help of the daughter, I gave the quilt to Diane, I held it up so that she could see it and you could see it in her eyes that she liked it. Her daughter took off the blanket that Diane had over her and put the quilt over her.
This is always a humbling experience for me, I always feel a bit awkward and grateful. Awkward because I feel a lack of social graces, as if suddenly I have been striped of what little I felt I had. And grateful, because I always feel it’s an honor to do this for them; to be able to be a part of it to me is huge!
I don’t know who I will make a quilt for next, but I am sure that in time it will pop out at me one day when I walk by a patient, or something like that. I never lack projects, so in the mean time, I will have plenty to do.
Have a great week everyone!