I guess takes not feeling well to realize my most favorite quilt lays over the headboard of my bed. I managed to get a cold last week. Usually not a big deal, but since I take biologic drugs for rheumatoid arthritis, I have a compromised immune system. Last time I got a cold I would up with pneumonia. Anyway, going to bed and trying to do all the right things so I don’t get sick for Thanksgiving.
As a kid, whenever I got sick, I always wanted Oma’s quilt. I found comfort in this quilt and swore it made me feel better. I would always say to my Mom as a kid, “I want Oma’s blanket”. This quilt was not one that she regularly used or kept out. It was always put away, but Mom always got it out for me when I was sick.
This quilt is very old. I am not sure how old, but I remember it from when I was little. I remember being in Germany and sleeping with this quilt. Every day, Oma would hang them on the window ledge to air them out (I also remember pushing one of the ledge once so I could go and see what the kids were doing down below).
It is not the traditional quilt most of use make, but the fabric is such a high thread count it feels cool to the touch. I think this is why I liked it so much when I was feeling bad. Or, maybe it was because it was Oma’s. Whatever the reason, it is my favorite. I often forget about it, because I see it so often that I don’t even notice it anymore until I don’t feel well. Then I see it like a beacon hanging on the headboard just waiting to make me feel better. It is like getting a hug from Oma and my Mom, or as close I can got to that on this earth. For this I am thankful.
I often forget how lucky I am. Sometimes, getting caught up in the day to day activities of life makes you forget a few very important things.
I am still here. For this I am grateful. I have a beautiful, healthy and smart twelve year old daughter. I still have Miranda, which at one point in time not too long ago, I did not think I would. She hobbles around the house today. For this I am grateful, even when she gets on my last nerve.
I have Kevin, who in his very own way is a very kind man, who looks out for all of us. He was most certainly my rock during Miranda’s accident. Lately he takes care of me when I don’t feel so well. Currently I struggle with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Dystonia. They don’t go well together. But, it will get sorted out, eventually. Kevin son’s Bryce, who is cute as can be and such a helpful sweet boy. I miss him when he is not with us, but grateful when he is. I can’t imagine what it feels like not to have access to your child at all times.
I am grateful for my three sisters, even though we sometimes we get off track. I am hoping to see them all at New Year’s this year, so we can work on getting things back to the way they used to be, or as close as we possibly can.
These photos are of a quilt that my sister Anke has. It belonged to my Grandmother Monnie (Uncle Donald’s sister). She was one of my most favorite people and the reason I sew today. This quilt is made of old wool coats. Imagine how warm it is… The history. I wonder who wore all those old wool coats?
A big thank you to my sister for sending me the pictures. I remembered seeing it, but it had been a long time and brings back the fondest memories of Monnie and reminds me of who I am.
At 52, I have already said goodbye to two husbands, both my parents and a couple of dear friends. It is a lot. Sometimes I think it is too much for me. But then am I reminded of all those that are still in my life. For this I am grateful.
Treasure your Family