sorry it took me so long to update...i just started a new job painting murals and it's a long and hard process... please R&R
I waited anxiously for three days before the package finally arrived. I had dad carry it up to my room and I locked the door and set off to work.
My mom had told me about this box and some of what was in it. She told me if anything ever happened, that when I felt the time was right, to give them out.
I opened the box and pulled out white boxes with our names written in my mother's handwriting on each box.
When Matt and Sarah got there on Friday I called everyone into the living room where I had laid out the boxes.
I said," Before you look inside we have to do something first."
I turned on the TV and hit the play button.
Mom appeared on the screen, I missed her voice so much," Each of you has a box and inside of it is something I have made for each of you. It tells the story of your lives, as my child, I hope that you will cherish it always. Still love you the mostest."
We each opened our boxes to find a quilt hand made for each of us by my mother. Pieces of the outfit we were brought home in started the quilt, and handprints on tiny pieces of fabric.
Our whole lives as my mother remembered them were on this small square the pieced together to show our whole lives.
She left a few squares empty in the end and left a small note that said,"
My loves,
If you are reading this then for some reason I'm no longer with you, but it is up to you to finish your own story, so I left a few squares empty for you to fill in.
Love you the mostest,
Mom."
I took my quilt and pulled in close.
Mary said," She's right, we have to finish our own stories, but we don't have to do it alone. We have each other, we're sisters, we'll always have each other."
I said," Yeah, but I don't want to finish my story without her. All we had was each other, my story can't be finished without her…she's my story."