Anyway after the Festival, I decided that I ought to finish my quilt to be able to give it to my parents at Christmas so I started working on it more regularly. And then I decided that I should really finish it by the end of October, just before Hubby and I were due to leave to go on our 3-week honeymoon in Asia. I thought it would be nice for my parents to have "my blanket of love" while I was far away. My Dad's health was not getting better and by the end of September we had been told that his cancer had come back. So I spent most of my evenings in October sewing and quilting and working on that quilt to be able to give it away before our departure. I finished it one week before the leaving date and went back home to spend the week-end with my parents. My Dad was in hospital so I gave the quilts to my parents in hospital. They were happy and moved and admirative (like parents always are). I reminded my Mum about her comment in Birmingham when she said she thought double wedding ring quilts were too traditional to her taste and asked her if she wanted me to take the quilt back but she said she wouldn't give it back.
My Dad was discharged from hospital at the end of the week-end so he was finally able to sleep under *his* quilt when I left to go home for the one and only night. Few days later I got the dreaded call from my Auntie telling me to come home as my beloved Daddy was so unwell. We went and spent the last few days in hospital by his side while he was slowly slipping away from a life which wasn't really his life anymore, relieved from all the physical and moral pain of this horrible disease but leaving us so sad and lonely. Mum covered him with *my blanket of love* when he was returned to us before his funeral. And Somehow, there was this invisible force pushing me to finish the quilt that I would have never finished if it hadn't been done before his leaving us.
I am so glad that he saw the quilt I made for him and the quilt is now even more special to Mum. She keep it quilt on her bed, to warm her for all these lonely nights.
To move on with her life, she decided to have a new house built a few years ago. Since I had some fabric left from the double wedding ring quilt, I decided to make her a *house-warming* quilt called "A quilt, a story". I choose some blocks from the "Dutch Treat" book (after she visited and looked at the book commenting how lovely the blocks were). I picked 40 blocks, based on the name of the blocks and the significance it could have to my Mum and made her this quilt to hang over her bed. I also wrote a *story* based on all the blocks name to make them relate to my Mum's life story. It took me a couple of months to finish. She came over for a week-end last year in February hoping to meet her new grand-daughter. But Baby Daughter had other ideas and decided to be late coming. So there was no new Baby all week-end long but a new quilt for Mum who was thrilled to bits with the quilt (but unhappy Baby Daughter was not showing up!). It is over a year now and she still hasn't hung it in her bedroom, she has it on display in her living room so anyone coming to see her can/has to admire it!
This is the story of very special quilts for very special people in my life.
Off to the sewing machine now because it is Friday Night Sew-In!