When I saw the pattern for Interlocking Stars in the the January/February 2011 issue of Fons and Porter's Love of Quilting I had to make it. Although the colors they chose did not speak to me.
It was Mother's Day, May 8, 2011. My daughter had spent the night with my parents and my husband and I were to visit with them later that afternoon. I had just spoke with my dad on the phone when I set back at the machine to sew. He was happily watching TV and my mom and daughter were at the store. Less that 45 minuets later my world would crash down and forever change. The phone rang and the voice on the other end was the calm voice of my child but the words she spoke were hard to process. "Mom, get here quick. I think Papaw just died." Everything froze. I could hear my mother in the background and I knew things were serious. My husband and I raced to my parent's house. Luckily, we were able to get behind the ambulance and run. I would like to say that this part of the story has a happy ending, but for our family, it did not. My father suffered a massive heart attack and did not make it. The next week was spent at my mother's side all of us trying desperately to make sense of things. When we finally returned home and tried to make life seem normal again, I could not stand the sight of those quilt pieces or the thought of sewing. I packed all the sandwich bags of fabric and the magazine into a plastic tote and stuffed it away. I think it was months before I even turned my machine back on.
Now my story fast forwards to 2012. By this time my small family had moved into a house beside my mother and I had once again started piecing quilts. It was the end of October and hurricane Sandy was headed toward New Jersey and New York. Our small town was expected to get hit with large amounts of snow and I stayed home from work. Since I had just recently finished something, I thought enough time had passed that maybe I would work on my pretty pink and turquoise quilt again. Out came the almost forgotten tote and all its small pieces. I sorted everything out and scratched my head trying to figure out what in the world I was doing.
It's a quilt that adds an extra bond to one of my best friendships. I'm very thankful that she and her family are in my life.
|Face Dad spray painted on the building door.|