and a new guardian angel found.
My little buddy Sam passed away on Saturday, March 19, 2011 at home with his parents. He was 14 years old. His death was sudden and unexpected. All of us are stunned by his death. I've had the honor of being Sam's quiltmaker and Prayer Warrior since his birth. My lovely DD#1 is his God Mother.
Sam's mommy and DD are 'tied at the heart' friends since girlhood. I was given the task of making Sam's baby quilt, bright and happy, please. And I did. It was sawtooth stars with the VIP jungle print centers. He drooled on it happily. A couple of years later, in my "bug bottles" stage, I made Sam his very own Bug Bottles complete with his pieced letters name on one shelf. The next quilt was a big one, again very bright with reds and yellows, for his big boy bed. The last quilt I made Sam was about 3(or 4, I'm never sure) Christmases ago. DD#1 wanted a bright happy "I Spy" type quilt to cover him in his wheelchair as he rode the special van to school. Sam's mom picked out royal blue flannel with wonderful gold stars to be the backing. I have scraps of all Sam's quilts in my scrapbag. That one that holds the bits, old and new, the memories that linger, and the photographs both bright and faded. It is all in there, that scrapbag of mine, all those parts and pieces of my life. I cannot grieve for Sam, only for those of us who loved him so much. He is free at last to run and play and chase a new puppy. I am the Quiltmaker, I share the Quiltmakers gift. And what I have received in return is priceless.
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