A year and a half ago, my dad's mom, my last living grandparent, moved out of her home and into a small apartment attached to a nursing home. We had been wanting her to move closer to family for a long time. So while we were happy she was finally living closer to my parents, so they could look in on her from time to time, the move was very hard on her. I wanted to provide a bit of comfort, if I could.
My grandma was 89 and healthy when I started this quilt, and she was 90, hospitalized, and rapidly declining when I finished it. When she unwrapped it, with help, from her hospital bed, she said, "I don't think anyone has ever spent so much time on me before." This from a woman who had knitted and crocheted countless items for others through the years. I regret that we only had three more weeks with my grandma after that moment. I wish I had given her a quilt earlier, that she could have used and enjoyed longer. But I'm glad she had it for a time, for warmth and comfort in unfamiliar beds, and to know how much she was loved.
My grandma has been gone for almost a year. Her quilt now lives at my mom's house. I love seeing it when we go home to visit.