camilla wrote:
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.
aww, that's so nice of you camilla. If I am loved half as much as my little gma...she was a dear, and everyone that knew her felt that way.
Everyone in the nursing home loved her and everyone that worked there did special things for her. One guy would sing to her. She asked for him one time while we were visiting and he sang to her for all of us.
I hope I am remembered this way too. I hope we all are.