My Aunt Cheryl is pretty great. Wonderful, in fact. I got to visit with her for a few hours when I was in Utah last week. She's been transfered to my cousins house now where they can care for her. My Aunt became ill over Thanksgiving and what was thought to be treatable has now turned into the worst. Words like 'terminal' have emerged and we don't know if we are looking at days or weeks or months. It all just seems unreal. What about 2nd opinions? What about a misdiagnosis? Surely they must have it all wrong. She is too young, younger than my own Mother. It just doesn't seem right. 
I wanted to do something for her but didn't know what. My cousins have her room painted this gorgeous turquoise so I decided to make her a quilt. I don't know what kind of fabric that she would want or choose. I don't even know if she will like this, but I know that she will appreciate that I made it for her. I think she will love that. So I am hoping that all these bright colors brighten her day and do the same for those who come to see her. 
With every cut and every stitch, I've been thinking of her. I have wonderful memories of her. Growing up in California we spent time together & I remember playing at her house with Genevieve and picking cherry tomatoes from their garden in the backyard. I've been thinking about the last time we all went camping at the beach and the constant reference to Turd Fergusson. Every game, every conversation somehow always came back to Turd. My Aunt, she is the salt of the earth. When you think of 'family' you are glad she is on your team. She always treated me and my family like we were her own. She is honest and sincere and hilarious. She has the sweetest smile and when she smiles her eyes disappear into little half moons. When I visited her in the hospital in December, she kept telling me that I had the sweetest family and it meant so much. I loved our visit last week. We had some good hearty laughs didn't we Genevieve & Kari? We were laughing at our goofy family members (we are not telling a soul, right??) This quilt means a lot to me and I hope it helps to keep her warm on those cold Utah winter nights. Although it may not be something she would choose, I hope (and know) she'll feel the love and compassion that went into it. The quilt top is almost done (I ran out of fabric today and had to make a mad dash downtown for more) but hope to have it completed & in the mail in the next few days. I want her to get it in time. I'll post more soon.
xoxo
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