“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay
I lost my only sister several years ago. The hole is your heart just doesn’t go away. She went through several rounds of chemotherapy and radiation over 5 years. Some of those times I went to sit with her during those treatments. Being a quilter, I had to have something for my fingers to do during those periods of time. I cut out a lot of blocks and sat and did hand piecing waiting for that drip to be complete. Over the years of her treatment, that is the only time I worked on them. Since she has passed away, the project has been buried deep in the quilting room. I’ve brought it out a few time and just couldn’t bring myself to finish what I had started. Last month, I finally pulled it out and put it together.
I couldn’t bring myself to put any more of the blocks together. Then it struck me that making the pieces fall away from the central design was the process that I watched with my sister. I watched the pieces of her fall away gradually during the years of her treatment. To me this piece represents the process that I watched play out in front of me.
It is hand pieced and hand quilted. 42″x approximately 5?”
“If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?”
― Jodi Picoult,