When she was small, maybe two or three, she fell in love with this quilt that had been handmade by her great-grandmother. She love this quilt so much it was literally falling apart. I felt so bad because Keith’s mom wanted to protect it but Mari loved it so much it had become very well-worn.
When she was about four I made her a purple, pink, gray and black check quilt. I sewed it on the sewing machine. It was big enough that it fit a double bed. She slept with that quilt every night. She’d even wrap herself up in it at night or when she’d walk around the house. Blankets were always her thing. We buried her with her favorite Precious Moments blanket as that was her all time favorite.
We usually sleep with either her bedspread quilt on our bed at night or the one I made her. Either way it’s like she’s close to us in some small way.