| Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Graduation Graduation has been the main topic of conversation around the newspaper office lately. Not
only have we been working on our annual graduation edition; two of the
kids here are graduating — Emma Burleson and David Breithaupt. It’s been exciting, watching all the schools and the kids getting ready to head out into the world. But... Isn’t there always a “but?” A
few days ago I received another invitation to a graduation. The
laughing young girl is beautiful in her photograph and looks very happy
and ready to “go!” Her mom Laura and my daughter
Dana are some sort of cousins. Second I think. They grew up together as
Laura’s mom Carolyn and I were constant companions. Carolyn was Pop’s cousin, technically, but she and I were “close as kin” also. Her
granddaughter Miranda is several years older than my oldest, but we
enjoyed running with our granddaughters more than we did our daughters,
I think. Carolyn died suddenly several years ago
and I still grieve and miss her. She had broken a rib and while I won’t
discuss what I think about a couple of emergency rooms, she contracted
a serious staph infection and died much too young. My graduation present to Miranda has been turning over in my brain for a couple years now. After
Carolyn passed away, Laura and I bagged lots of her blouses and stuff
up, so I could make quilts for all of them. (I kept her sweaters — when I wear them, I feel hugged again by Carolyn.) I’ve decided how to make Miranda’s quilt and I have enough stuff to make Laura and her dad both lap quilts also. I just have one little problem. I can’t make myself cut up Carolyn’s clothes. I can’t make myself take them out and go through them. I can’t imagine how I think I’m going to piece them together, if I cry every time I touch one of her favorite things. But, then I thought — Carolyn would not be very happy with me for this. She
would expect me to get busy and make her granddaughter a graduation
quilt. She would laugh and nag me and I would laugh and whine, but the
quilts would have been done. Miranda’s quilt will be late, but she will have it. Her grandmother expected it of me!
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