My grandmother, Minnie owned a cleaning service in Miami, Florida, but her passion was quilt-making. She made me a quilt for a college, made Selah a quilt before she was born, and then another one for when she would get bigger. And before she died she was working on my wedding quilt. I am not married.The last few days have been very cold, and so I pulled out our quilts and put them in our beds. Selah hers and mine. And the unfinished wedding quilt I decided to complete for grandma. Last night after I tucked Selah in her quilt and snuggled in mine, I remembered her smell and began to miss her. I have been having family issues.
This morning my mom woke me up to tell me that my great-aunt Kate(my grandmother's twin) had passed through the night. I exhaled and cried. I did. I knew that my grandmother had touched me last night and her spirit was bring Aunt Kate home. I miss her more.
This weekend's chatterbox question isn't so much a question, but an opportunity for us to give thanks. Thanksgiving in the United States is next week. So the question is:
What feels like home to you? What are you most thankful for?
