It's been over 2 months that Wayne slipped away in his sleep....the pain is so deep that sometimes I just want to curl up and die.
Wayne's family agreed that each of us would get back what we had given him. I didn't want duplicate household appliances, tools, or gardening items and gave a list to his sister of who might like some of these items.
All I wanted were the quilts I made him over the 37 years we were part of each others lives. I thought all was lost when his sister told me they were all missing. I sent a note out through Face-book, addressed to his three closest nephews....If you took my quilts I want them back!
Rick claimed I should receive them back.
Joseph claimed he left all of them by the player piano.
Tim said he took an orange quilt, from his bedroom and would bring it to me.
Since my last blog - Tim finally did follow through and brought me the "orange quilt". But I was pleasantly surprised that it was the FIRST quilt I made Wayne from 1978. Tim also had a huge bucket of genealogy with my name clearly marked on the side and a box of treasures.
June 12th - Wayne's sister found 3 quilts that were stuffed into bags and sitting inside the motor home. It was the treasured counted cross stitch quilt - from 1992, his 50th Storm-at-Sea quilt (from 2001), and his 60th quilt (which I had forgotten about).
A few days later I received an email from his sister - she had stopped by his house and looked through all the closets. Stuffed into the bottom of his bedroom closet was the 90# quilt, with clothes packed on top of it. She will bring me the quilt, along with the Canon digital camera I requested and a blanket that Wayne always used - those will be coming the end of July.
The only quilt that is missing now....the Alaskan quilt. It was nothing special - just a rememberance of the trip we had taken the year before. Wayne always kept it on the living room couch and wondering if perhaps his brother made have taken it, as he now has Wayne's couch?
Patience was all I needed....but not always easy to do.