Monday, January 14, 2008
There is an old tradition of making mourning _____ something. There's jewelry made out of their hair. There are quilts made out of their clothing. I remember one that I saw in a book of a weeping willow near the edge of a graveyard, with a fence and quilt blocks around the outside. Inside there were gravestones with the loved one's names and dates embroidered on. Often quilts were draped over the plain pine boxes that were used for caskets. Although it is not completely unheard of it is now uncommon to have a funeral quilt.
When my son was dying of cancer I got the center patches ready and at the funeral there were patches for the attendees to write a memory of Brian on. It is not finished. Brian died in 1999.
I remember one giddy moment when I was considering what to put with the patches, 'Should I use boy fabric or fabric he wouldn't be caught dead in?' Although it doesn't seem funny at all now, then probably due to stress I laughed. Finishing his quilt is often on my mind and I have bought several plaid shirts to use in his quilt.
(Andrew's arms weren't long enough to hold it the right way so you see his legs sticking out sideway's- it does look a little strange.)