Oh that's not an ugly quilt, it's a beautiful quilt. I has beautiful memories attached to it.
I don't have the quilt my Mom used for her treatments and riding back and forth to them. It was one of the first quilts I made and it was buried with her when she left us. It was left with her by mistake, but I grew to understand that it wasn't a mistake, it's where it should be, wrapped around my Mom.