December 15, 2017
Day 349
"Creativity embeds knowledge so that it can become practice. We move what we're learning from our heads to our hearts through our hands. We are born makers, and creativity is the ultimate act of integration—it is how we fold our experiences into our being." - Brene Brown
This is the quilt my ill son has been curled up in all week. It is about 33 years old. As I tucked it around him today, I asked, "Do you know who made this quilt?" "Your Mom?" he answered. I nodded "yes."
Moments later, I received a message from my dear friend, Denise, who I share a 25+ year friendship with. The message said: Many years ago I spent the night at your home and slept under the most amazing heavy, comforting, denim quilt your mom made. After several years of collecting I’m making some for my kiddos. While nothing replaces her presence on earth-her legacy is everywhere!!! Thinking of you often and today especially!"
I broke into tears, messaging her a photo of my son curled up under the quilt. "That's the one!" she replied. I told her, Mom's secret was not using batting inside the quilt, but rather an old blanket inside and that is why they were so heavy and wonderful.
It was not lost on me that this exchange happened the morning of December 15th, the day she died, 14 years ago.
My Mother was wonderfully creative and resourceful. It lingers on today, through many people she met. She lives on through my daughter and myself. I miss her dearly, but today I am so grateful she reached out to me, through and old friend, and continues to encourage me. I love you Mom and Miss you SO incredibly much....
