

A little blond haired boy, freshly bathed, with neatly combed
hair and clean pyjamas, runs to the sofa, and waits, sitting on a patchwork
quilt, for his favorite movie to start. He asks Mommy to bring him ‘Daddy’s
Blanket’. His young mother brings him the blanket, much like the one he is
sitting on. He sees her reach for her camera, and Liam’s blue eyes sparkle, as
he smiles at his Mom, who captures with the camera a smile and a moment she will
treasure always. The smile of her handsome son, with it’s hint of mischief, so
like his Daddy’s.
It’s a familiar scene, played out in homes where children are loved, adored,
cared for, and feel secure. But there is something different about Liam’s life,
somebody is missing, and can never be replaced. His Daddy, Mitchell Glavine, has
died. He was a victim of Carbon Monoxide poisoning in a cabin, a year previous
to this time of Liam’s’ photo being taken. It has been a year of pain, sorrow
and heartache. How could life be so cruel to let this happen to such a promising
young life? A young man who graduated from St. Francis Xavier University, liked
his work in technology, and loved Liam and his Mom more than life itself. Liam’s
mother, Vanessa, is young, but she has had to face grief, sorrow, and incredible
gut-wrenching heartbreak, in the year since Mitch’s death; and she has had to do
it while caring for Liam and making a life for him. Never in her wildest dreams
did she think of living her life without Mitch. They looked forward to many
years together, but it was not to be.
In the weeks following Mitch’s death, well-meaning people advised Vanessa, a
young mother awash in grief, bewilderment and pain, to ‘get rid’ of Mitch’s
clothes ‘right away’, others advised her that she should ‘wait a year’ before
doing anything. Through the fog of pain and shock, living in a daze, Vanessa
could not make a decision. She couldn’t let Mitch’s clothes go, and she could
not keep them. Her life was awash in a sea of sorrow and decision making was
impossible.
As often happens, the answer came to her very unexpectedly, maybe with the help
of a Guardian Angel, and the answer was indeed an innovative idea by Vanessa.
The glimpse of a solution, a light at the end of the long tunnel she was
traveling, came to her during a conversation with her friend, Jo. As young women
often do, they shared each others’ lives, hopes, dreams and hurts, gaining
strength from each other.
Jo spoke of getting a quilt made for her daughters’ graduation celebration. She
told Vanessa about a lady named Shirley Zillman, a lady both Mitch and Vanessa
knew, who lived in the community of Port aux Basques, NL. Jo spoke of how
extraordinarily beautiful Mrs. Zillman’s quilts were, and she planned to ask her
if she would do one for her daughter.
Vanessa felt a shiver! Would it be possible to have a quilt made from Mitch’
clothes, and in so doing let them go, but yet keep them? She still has no idea
where the thought came from, she had never heard of such an undertaking, nor did
she know if it was possible to do. She visited Mrs. Shirley Zillman, a lady with
a kind heart, who showed Vanessa some of her magnificent quilts. Hours and hours
of work were required to make each one, and it showed. She had some portraying
Newfoundland scenes, support for breast cancer victims, and various others-each
one a work of art in itself.
Vanessa told Mrs. Zillman of her idea, and how honored she would be if she would
at least attempt to make a quilt from Mitch’s clothing.
"I’ll do it Vanessa", she told the grieving young woman, "and the only payment I
want is a photograph of you, me and the quilt!" It was a remarkable act of
kindness from an extraordinary lady.
Later that week, with a heavy heart, Vanessa delivered Mitch’s belongings to
Mrs. Zillman. Time passed, and with each day she doubted her decision more and
more. The ‘What-Ifs’ began, ‘What if it doesn’t work?’,’What if this is the
wrong decision?’, and her anxiety and self-doubt grew.
Then the call came. The quilt was ready. Vanessa was ecstatic, terrified,
grief-stricken, so much so that she asked her friend Jo to go with her to pick
it up. She needed support and somebody who understood her anguish. She was a
twenty-nine year old woman, with a two year old, having her husbands’ clothes
made into a quilt! Nothing was fair she thought! Then Mrs. Zillman brought
forward the most precious thing Vanessa had ever seen. The patchwork quilt was
and is absolutely beautiful, so much so that she burst into tears. Tears of
grief, of relief, and for what was never to be.
As promised the photograph was taken of Shirley and Vanessa holding the
beautiful quilt. Shirley Zillman then shared a secret, she was working on a
smaller quilt for little Liam. More tears flowed as Vanessa was overwhelmed by
the generosity being shown to her and small son.
Now was time to share the well-kept secret. Vanessa casually asked her sister,
Jesse, to come and see something she had, just for an opinion. Jesse arrived,
knowing nothing of the venture.
Vanessa produced the comforter, saying only, ‘Shirley made it for me!"
"Oh, nice", Jesse said as she closely examined the handiwork. Then she
recognized a patch of one of Mitch’s shirts, realized what it was, and cried as
if her heart would break. Two sisters, brokenhearted, holding a precious work of
art, done by a gifted lady, is something they will never forget.
Liam soon had his own ‘Daddy’s Blanket’ as he calls it. Already he has
identified a few pieces in it, and with the help of time and a loving Mom he
will learn more about his Dad, and about his special ‘Daddy’s Blanket’. Vanessa
finds comfort in her special possession, as Liam does in his. They wrap
themselves in their ‘Comfort Quilts’ as if they were being wrapped in the arms
of their cherished husband and Dad.
The problem was solved, the clothes were gone, but they were back in another
form. They have their beautiful quilts of ‘PATCHWORK MEMORIES’ that will give
them consolation and they will hold close to their hearts forever.

Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe
© ALS Independence 2003-11