I was invited to a retirement party of a Chaplain ( and a Col. as well). I decided that I would defineatly go, but then the uncertainity came in. Every time I have been on post I have had quilts in my hand. In the rest of my life I am WM's wife, the kids' mom, the sister of G, the daughter of the R's , D-I-L of the C's and so on. So as the time came near to go to the party I got nervous.... so I made my Dad go with me. Good plan huh? That way if no one recognized me.... I had someone to make me look like I wasn't a nobody!!
We were seated at a table with a lady who worked in Bereavement, 2 guys who worked on the behaviorial floors, and a few others. As soon as they all found out I was "the quilt lady" a few stories were leaked out. And they were good ones. The really cool thing is that these are kind of the "behind the scenes" stories that you normally wouldn't hear because they happen after the fact. And because many of the quilts get given out during the year, you never see who gets them. Which of course, is part of the plan, but a greater gift yet to hear the Effect of the Quilts.
The lady said - "I need to tell you about a phone call I got. A Mother called me in tears trying to thank us for the Quilt of Valor that her son had recieved. The mother got a call from her son, he told her that of all of his belongings he was only concerned that the quilt get to her. He told her he was sitting wrapped up in it, and when he ended his life he wanted to make sure that she got that. The mother was able to call and get some people in there to her son, and catch the next flight to be with him. Thus saving his life."
Well I'll tell ya - My Dad and I were a little speechless..............