Today was the day. I knew it needed to happen… but I haven’t been ready. Today I was cleaning up for company coming, folding Ashton’s quilt I used last night. I smelled it, like I always do and knew it was time.
I sent a Facebook message to my sisters:
“FYI – I just need to tell someone….I’m finally putting Ashton’s quilt in the washing machine, on delicate, to wash it. It’s time…little bit of tears, but I’m OK. Thanks for listening!”
After I wrote that to my sisters and read their comments, there were LOTS of tears. It’s a huge milestone for me. I made that quilt for him when he went to college. It’s the only blanket he used. It was a snugly kind of blanket, not rigid or heavily quilted. He would wrap himself in it on the couch and read or watch a movie or sleep. It was still there on the couch the morning he died. I wrapped myself in it and smelled him. I told myself I would never wash it.
He was up early that morning laying on his stomach on the couch with the quilt over him. He was so quiet, not sleeping, just quiet. I was on my way to an appointment, hurrying out the door. I reminded him about taking out the garbage and feeding the chickens. He had those things done when I got home 2 hours later. He liked to keep me happy and make life comfortable for me.
It’s the quilt I use when I take a nap or just feel chilled when sitting in the recliner watching something on television. It was hard to use at first, but I can use it now. It’s a comfort to me. It is the one thing that still smells like him. Sometimes I would get it out just to smell it.
I just took Ashton’s quilt out of the washing machine and it’s drying now on my bed with the ceiling fan going. His smell is gone… just like he is. There’s a new smell. I used unscented Downey with lots of wild orange essential oil. It’s my favorite scent right now.
Today I was ready. Today I’m moving on in this small way. Cleaning out some of the past. I still have things to clean out, even from the funeral. It’s a start.
Here’s what’s going in my Happiness Jar tonight:
“Ashton’s quilt is clean and fresh again with a new smell. It’s still his… but now it’s mine with a clean new scent for a new start.”
It’s a small milestone, but important to me.
Written by Faye
There are things of my son’s I’ve not washed because I have been holding onto his scent. Still not ready to do that yet, to let go of that last bit of him, but I’m making progress. I painted his bedroom and today I started moving my sewing and craft things in there so I can have a crafty room. He always kept light-blocking curtains up, keeping it dark for his video gaming. I was surprised to discover just how much light fills his room now. Here’s to the milestones that mark our journeys.
Your quote at the bottom surmises your blog snd purpose…..
” Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty.” ~ Elie Weisel
Thank you for sharing your journey. I cannot imagine what you have been through, but know the impact you are having by sharing your milestones. It is a blessing.
Oil up and know your family is prayed for regularly.
You are the strongest (yet gentlest too) person I know. Your heart leads you. Your faith is steadfast. I love and admire you so. I know you and all of your amazing family will be reunited someday and Ashton will be right there whole and perfect.