Allen’s mom had a birthday last week. She’s very sick. Joan was diagnose with cancer last year. They gave her 6 months. That was a year and a half ago. She seemed fine, but a few weeks ago things went down hill quickly.
The night before her birthday, I asked Allen if he wanted me to get her anything for her birthday. He replied: “What do you get for someone for their last birthday?” and said nothing more on the matter. So, what do you give someone when this will be their last birthday on Earth? I was unsure, and I wanted to be tender of Allen and his family’s feelings. I wanted it to be something special, that would have meaning for everyone.
Inspiration struck the next morning: a hand quilt. One block for each grandbaby. A blanket to wrap her in the love of her posterity. I got on the phone to my sister-in-laws. Everyone was on board… my only concern was if I could pull this off. I have never made a quilt, not a real one. I’ve made a few baby blankets. But this was bigger, and I really didn’t want to screw it up. We weren’t able to get it together for her birthday. But I got it done in a matter of days. Allen and I took it over to her on Saturday.
I think it turned pretty. The hands go in birth order:
Row 1: Ryan, Laura, Jennie,
Row 2: Hannah, Riley, Emmaline,
Row 3: Faith, Brinley, and Rebeka.
I know she loved it, even though she wasn’t really able to tell us. Richard is planning on using it to cover her legs when she sits in the living room.
This is kind of rambling but I wanted to post a few of the pictures for her birthday. I didn’t take too many, the flash was causing her to feel very confuse. But I’m grateful for the few I did take.
Last night, I went looking for a picture of just Joan that I could have printed for my kids. I want them to know what she looked like. And to feel like she’s always looking over them. I couldn’t find one of her alone (weird huh? 35,000 pictures…) So I made one:
I took the picture from a family picture I took last year. This particular picture came from one were she looked great and everyone else was not as good. She told me she really liked the way she looked. I then made the background and placed her in it. I was pleased with the result.
Riley knows something is up. He said today that going over there on Saturday was a little scary. I asked how it was scary. He said: “Grandma isn’t the same… she isn’t Grandma anymore.” and he gave a little whimper. I am praying that when the time comes, my testimony will be strong enough and my understanding clear enough that I can explain what’s happening to him. He has so many questions, and he’s really worried about his grandma. I’ve told him “Riley, Grandma is sick. She isn’t going to get better. But she will always love you.”
Anyone have any advice for me? He’s a really sensitive kid, and I’m not sure when or what we tell him. Do I wait until she’s passed or should he be told sooner? I don’t know. He was really effected by going to Allen’s Aunt Pat’s funeral. He said for days that he missed Aunt Pat and wished he’d gotten to know her… This is a hard one.