Unfinished quilt tops. Loose fabric, pieced together. seams resewn to strengthen the final product. adjustments, another persons eye to style and color. A work in progress. I strive to save the lovingly hand stitched aspect of the quilt top while ensuring it won’t fall apart upon the first washing.Life lessons. Spools of thread. Simple things the second. Complex thoughts on the first. I was thinking about a sewing project I have been trying to find time to work on. I am finishing a quilt. I purchased an unfinished quilt top at auction and am working to finish. Just haven’t been able to make time to sit down and tackle it. Not to mention the stack of patching, hemming and repairs that are sitting in my sewing area. In thinking about the similarities between the spool of thread on my sewing machines, and David’s care I am struck by one thing.
It costs nearly a quarter of a million dollars annually to keep David in facility care… one barrier to bringing David home is a lack of community support. What would happen if we used the fee paid to the facility to cover staff in the home?
My pain tonight comes not from my body, road weary and tired of travel. It doesn’t come from the connective tissue illness with which I have long lived. It comes from saying good bye to David. From leaving him behind in a far off place to be cared for by others. My heart knows that he is in a safe place. In honesty, he is doing very well. Not yet consistent enough to come home. On the other side, there is a sense of joy. Of Gladness. Tomorrow I will be at home with my family. One more night of travel. Tweet #fighting4answrs