Five years ago during the holiday season, my mom shared with my brother and me (and our families) that my grandma had been diagnosed with ALS. She had spent several years under the impression she had a mini-stroke, but was simply never getting better. Here’s the story about my grandmother’s life and death and this quilt. When I was a kid, we went on a few occasions to visit my grandma. She lived a thousand miles away and we were not a vacation/traveling family. So, those handful of trips were pretty special for a kid who had rarely been outside of the Midwest. During our visits, I would join my grandma on her daily walks. We often walked in the evening as summertime in the Southwest can be particularly hot. One of my favorite memories was looking for coins on the ground as we walked. Just about every time, we came home with a penny here or a dime there and my grandma always let me keep that change ;) I loved that time together. Since we walked in the evening, we often return