I've had a lot of passions throughout the course of my life. First this, then that, but always something that seems to take up a majority of my time, thoughts, and energy. For the past few years, it's been gardening, but in the 1980s it was counted cross-stitch. I made many things - pictures, Christmas ornaments, baby bibs, and a Precious Moments quilt for Kara's bed.
In 1984, I started stitching on a piece of wool for an afghan. It had sixteen squares and each square was to have a different wildflower stitched onto it. While I'd been working on it, my grandma had been watching and always commented on how beautiful it was going to be. I got it about halfway finished and for some reason that I can't remember now, I put it aside in the cedar chest where it remained for the next 11 years.
Sometime in the late '80s I lost my passion for stitching and went on to other things. Then in 1995, my grandma was in a serious car accident. A young man ran a stop sign and broadsided her on the driver's side - and she was the driver. At 80 years old and for the second time in her life, she was nearly killed by injuries suffered in a car accident. In 1968, she and my grandpa were in another and my grandpa died.
Grandma's injuries were nearly the same as the first time: broken pelvis, broken arm, broken leg, and a severe concussion. In addition, this time she lost her left kidney and her lung and heart were bruised. She was life-flighted to a Fort Wayne hospital via the Samaritan. She lived and made a complete recovery, just as she had the first time.
Imagine! Eighty years old and going through this again! Grandma didn't lose her sense of humor though. Once it was determined that she would be okay, she told us, "If this ever happens again, just leave me lying on the ground for 24 hours and if I'm still alive, then you can call 911."
The Christmas following the accident, I wanted to finish the cross-stitch afghan and give it to Grandma. It's difficult to do something for which you no longer have the desire, but I wanted to surprise her and I finished it in time. Grandma was surprised and very pleased to receive it. Today, it lays draped over a chair in her family room, where she spends most of her time with her kitty, Abigail. She was 93 years old the day after Christmas and is still in good health.
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