Quilt

Today I started a new quilt for Clara. Though I didn't get much further than this. My head was all over the place and couldn't quite get around the precision cutting needed.

I visited my grandad tonight, and for the first time in a long time he seemed to know that I am somebody important. He called me "hen" - missing for many weeks now, and touched my face, as though he was trying to read it. It has been a long while since he spontaneously touched me. I am very pleased. We also talked, very briefly, about his much loved sister and my much loved great aunt, who's anniversary is very soon. Through all of the many layers that keep him from the real world he always perceptibly dips at this time of year. He knows. Long may he remember.