Mom came down for lunch today, and picked up the quilt to take back home with her. By tomorrow, my old classmate will have a little more comfort to wrap up with.
Cancer sucks. Writing a note to her, I started crying, part for her, and part missing my dad. I'm grateful for his "extra" 8 years- he fought for 10 when they initially predicted only 2- so I'm grateful for that, but if cancer were a person, I would be behind bars for murder. It makes me so angry to see good people have to suffer through such miserable disease. My dad had a great attitude, and truly LIVED rather than existed, but still.
I was too emotional to take a picture of the quilt. But I'm positive she'll feel the love when she sees it.