My daughter sent this.
It describes her more perfect than anything I can write.
I write in sadness and she wrote this from her heart.
Mama made each grandchild a quilt and they each still use these quilts as a source of comfort.
I too use my quilt my Mama hand stitched. When I feel low or sick, I pull the quilt out and I can almost feel her big strong arms around me, If I snuggle really close I can smell her. I can feel her ample chest comforting me.
With her whispering "It is all right".
Grandma
When Mom called this morning and asked me to write something in remembrance of Grandma.
I sat here all day wracking my brain .
What could I write?
What would I say about a woman I hardly knew, but that raised the most incredible woman I know.
How do I express what she meant to me, to people who saw her every day of her life?
And so I thought .... and thought... and nothing was coming to me.
What do I know about Grandma?
She was a woman who, without complaint, took over the total responsibilities of her family when her husband was taken away over 40 years ago,.
So I know she was strong.
She raised 8 children who stood by her everyday of their lives and gathered around her as she died, so I know she was loving.
She had porcelain like skin with an incredible rosy glow, (I saw that for myself)
so I know she was beautiful.
She had a quiet voice and a strong constitution...
What could I think of, that would represent her to me... then suddenly it came to me... literally.
My two year old daughter had wandered down the hall and opened the linen closet, from the depths of the closet she pulled out the most perfect item I own..
It is old and graying and battered.
It has strong straight seams, as strong as grandma must have been.
It is created from scraps and pieces of this and that.
What she had on hand, which when all together formed a beautiful piece of work. ...
It is old and worn from a hard life but still soft and comforting when we need it.
This My quilt, this is My promise from My Grandma,
I will remember her always.
Sheri Sears July 1999
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