I need to share a sad tale with you. A dear friend had a son who was oxygen-deprived at birth and had all sorts of problems. He never spoke, he could not swallow and he never could stand or walk. He lived to be 26 years old. He did enjoy bright colors and a couple of times my friend came by, sorted through my stack of quilts ready to be shipped to the shelter and chose a couple for him. After his death, when she went to the hospital to get his possessions, the quilts had been stolen. My friend wanted so badly to have his quilts to cuddle but they are simply gone. How I wish I had forced her to wait while I at least free-motion stitched his name a few times on the quilts she picked out . I easily could have. Polly
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17 years ago