I listened to a voicemail yesterday and it made me worry that chemo brain was suddenly messing with me. I recognized a familiar accent... but I have a few friends with the very same accent. The voice sounded worried, or let down. "Why haven't you been here? Where have you been?" It sounded like I had stood someone up. Did I forget something?
Not only did this special person take care of my mom when she moved into an Alzheimer's residence 8 years ago, she helped me with many of my quilt gatherings in the last 6 years.
Early on, I tried so very hard to cover my bases when I "took leave" of my groups. I called directors, stopped by, sent emails and texts. But these facilities, with their ever-changing staff, are busy places. I am just one person of many who do programs. Since one of my groups involves children and another is a group with Alzheimer's, I knew news would be shared cautiously. But I sure never wanted anyone to think I had just decided to stop showing up... after 6 years.
So maybe it's a little odd to send cards to some of my groups. But it was bugging me that anyone would think I had stopped caring. I contacted my dear friend who had phoned and I filled her in. Then I grabbed some old photos of The Quilt. The photos don't show the quilt "in use" with my groups, but I thought some might at least recognize the colorful old thing.
I wrote a greeting to each group, then included a photo. Yes, I'm wearing a small quilt on my head. I told the groups I hoped to start up in the New Year.
I hope that wasn't a weird thing to do. After all, my Alzheimer's folks aren't exactly wondering where I am. The children at the Shelter who knew me, have hopefully moved on. But it felt good to just throw myself into a card and send a little reminder... that I will be back!