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Quilts to Donate

I never thought I would made quilts to donate to a hospital. I don't know why not. Maybe I thought there were things that would be more necessary for someone in a hospital. Maybe because quilts and color and pattern are such a personal thing and the odds of the quilt ending up with a person who truly loved it were slim. Maybe I just couldn't see spending that much time on something just to give it away. Probably all of the above.

But two things have changed my mind.

Last summer my sweet little Ellery broke her arm. She had to have surgery to place some pins in her arms. She was five and hurting and terrified. When she checked in to the hospital, she found a quilt waiting for her on her bed. And it helped, it really did. She loved it then and she still sleeps with every night.

Not the best day.

(That's it- folded over so just the back is showing.)

"Anna, come here and be my servant."

(And the top with both girls sitting on it.)

The girl's school requires it's students to do a service project every summer. Ellery decided soon after starting first grade that she wanted to make a quilt to donate to the hospital as her service project. She talked Anna into doing one for her service project too.

And then this April my youngest brother died. Death is often cruel but this one seemed especially tragic. Alex died only two months from finishing his residency in Pediatrics, three weeks from his 29th birthday, and a week from the due date of his second child. We don't know what caused his death and probably never will.

He was 9 when I moved 1500 miles away to go to college. I missed so much.

I miss you, baby brother.

I'm working through all the grief and guilt by, well, working. Just trying to stay busy. I decided my kids have enough quilts for right now. I rescued some abandoned blocks meant for them from the shelf of shame, added to them and made them into quilts to donate to the Children's Hospital that Alex was working at. Anna and Ellery have decided that their quilts are going to go there as well. I can't help kids the way Alex did. But, I now know something as simple as a quilt waiting for them on a hospital bed can make a huge difference for a kid who is hurt and scared.

 The girly one-

And the not-so-girly one-

I'll probably make a few more to throw in the box while I am helping the girls with theirs. We'll see what other priorities arise. I do think I'd like to spend every April making a few quilts for the Children's Hospital.


Linda said…
Your quilts are beautiful and will be cherished by the children who receive them. I am very sorry to learn of your loss,sudden death especially in one so young is so hard to deal with. We lost our son when he was 21 so I understand a little about your journey. I certainly found quilting helped me get through those hard times of raw grief and it still does today over 18 years later. In fact I took up quilting after Chris died and whilst I was planning, cutting and sewing I could channel those sad thoughts into something positive. I hope you can take comfort from your quilting too.

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