Hardly seems like 8 years has passed since 9/11. I was standing in my living room in my fantastic apartment in Vancouver BC. I had just flown home from Florida the day before. Donnie (my husband to be,)and I had traveled all across the southern US in his big rig and I was seeing parts of the world I had never seen before. All the while, there were people living and eating and shopping in the US who were planning these attacks. How small our world became after this day.
Who knew how our lives would change? And how much has happened in that time. I got married, moved to the US and applied for Permanent Residency. I started machine quilting with the generous help of my Mom and Dad. I moved to a town of 160 people, and was a quilter, married to a long haul trucker. My Mom passed away. We moved again, now I'm living in a border town in the Pacific NW. I say I, because my husband passed away. Now I work full time and quilt part time. I have also become a Breast Cancer survivor since May 14,2009.
Quilting had been my prozac, my sleeping pill, my right arm, my best friend. Quilting has kept my sanity. 9/11 had had me quilt for returning soldiers, I will continue to do this. It feels good, although it doesn't feel right. I wish we didn't have returning soldiers, I wish they could all stay stateside, but I know that's not how the world works that we live in today. And for today, take a few minutes to think about those who are not home, I am grateful for what they are doing, and I'm thankful for those who return.