If I hadn’t ask Eric on Tuesday for feedback on Monday’s speech
I wouldn’t have decided to do the speech again on Tuesday night
If I hadn’t gone to SPEAKOUT on Tuesday night
I wouldn’t have volunteered to get my portable office projector for Paul’s speech
If I hadn’t told Gregg about borrowing the projector on our way to coffee Wednesday morning
He wouldn’t have mentioned that our projector had been loaned out before I arrived to a panicked
Kim needed for her meeting across town (hers malfunctioned)
If I hadn’t known that I couldn’t just pick up the projector on my way out of the building
I wouldn’t have had time to find another
If the IT department would have responded to my plea for last minute help
I would not have had to use my ‘friendship network’ to procure a projector
(called my quilting friend Jane in another department)
If she would not have had an available projector
I wouldn’t have gone to see her and I would have missed out
on seeing the most amazing quilted preservation of memories
On Friday she might have given the quilt to June, who lost her son 2 years ago due to a senseless act of violence. It was her only precious son who loved life and his job at Taco Time.
The quilt is a masterpiece of hand-selected childhood pictures, printed on quality fabric, woven with squares of Brandon’s favorite sweatshirts and denim jeans lovingly cut out by his mother as a step in her healing.
Oh it was a challenge; sweatshirt material does not want to submit to a long-arm quilting machine. Long agonizing nights were spent arranging and rearranging quilt blocks with tears flowing. It had to be just right – for June and for Brandon.
Those who got a sneak peek, because I was there to pick up the projector (she just had to show me her creation), felt honored to have had that peek. Goose bumps and tears all around. Shhh, June hasn’t seen the finished quilt yet. You can bet there will be more tears.
This finished joint project will be turned over to June in a private setting so she can celebrate and cry. No doubt it will have an honored place in her home.
Seeing that very personal tribute to a son that died too young makes me feel proud to be among those who could craft such a lasting legacy.