Technically it isn't a "quilt" but a painted cloth framed for ease of hanging/display.  I had volunteered a "quilt" for the silent auction on our stake's "Day to Serve" concert event, raising money to feed the hungry, joined with several other church organizations. 

I should have taken before/during pictures...Frame was a thrifted $10 find, cleaned and repainted frame to black (it was nice, sturdy oak wood, but damaged, needed some camouflaging).  The white fabric with pink flowers was a yard of fabric, also thrift store find.  Stencil one of my NEW stencils!  I made new ones of Max, made a "Mr. Smith" one, too.

THIS is a great example of faux-painting:  a metal modern switch plate added to a marble wall in a cathedral downtown.  Great job, even if it is poor placement.  I was there for a friend's mom's funeral, first one I have been to since Max's memorial service. 

I was disappointed to not hear even one reference to Christ, no scriptures, not even in the prayer.  Angels watching over me song was closest it got...Everything was unknowable, mysterious, vague, about where we came from and what happens at death and even why we are here on earth in our fleetingly short lives.  

The non-denominational preacher came up to me afterwards and she complemented my huge "presence."  She didn't say the word "aura" and she wasn't talking about my weight, but she waved her hands around my face and head.   I talked to her a little bit about what I believe happens after we die.

Faith does help.

"Beautiful Heartbreak" by Hilary Weeks had me teary this morning.  I wrote on one of my mom's cousin's posts about my sign:  "Lost a son to drugs/suicide."  Can't say that easily every time.  But I do believe in miracles, and we have been blessed and supported through this painful mourning-morning.