I have been hesitant to write about this quilt’s story because I have such deep feelings, but will share it. I don’t know if you remember that last fall I made a t-shirt quilt for a friend from his Peachtree Road Race t-shirts. He had 30 shirts (had run the race 35 times), and I could only use 20 of them. He and his wife loved the quilt, and I told him he would have to run 10 more races so I could make him a matching quilt. Unfortunately, the only matching quilt I will be making is from the last 10 shirts, and it will be for his wife. He went out running 11 days ago and died of an apparent heart attack. We attended the memorial service yesterday. The quilt, his running shoes, orange knit hat, and photos of him were on the altar. I’ve never been so glad or so sad about a quilt in my life.
He was a sub on my husband’s softball team and for the last several years we have sat together in the bleachers Spring and Fall seasons every Tuesday and Thursday night visiting and cheering the team. Softball games will never be the same.
