Wonderful post, quiltncrazy. It made me smile. The poem is sweet, but what made me smile was the mental picture of you pulling that old quilt out of its bag, and it smelling like your grandmother's house. That is such a rare thing, to smell something that takes you back in time. It is great that you inherited her love of quilting. Maybe many years from now, someone will pull one of your quilts out, smell it, smile, and think of you.