Posted by Rebecca
My friend, Jan, died 2 weeks ago. I had been expecting the news for a month or two, but it’s always a shock and very sad when it actually happens. She was one of my mom’s best friends. Jan lost her life to cancer. My mom also lost her life to cancer in 1990, so it’s a sensitive topic for me.
Jan, and her husband, Ralph, took me into their home for a couple of years when I was in my late teens and early twenties, so I’ve always viewed them as sort-of surrogate parents.
Jan and her family most recently lived near Niagara Falls, in Canada, and the last time I saw her was in March of 2010; just over a month before my life took a drastic change and I separated from my husband and moved into the pink trailer.
As you know, part of the small-space-living motto is to only keep what you love, what is useful, and what is beautiful. And I’m so glad that Jan left me with a few things that fill my home with love and beauty.
Jan was the most amazing quilter, and when I visited her last March, she presented me with a lovely brown quilt that I keep on my bed. It is so warm and cozy. I love it! She quilted an assortment of fabrics, including one that her daughter-in-law acquired in Africa.
On the back side of the brown quilt, Jan wrote me a note in permanent fabric ink to always remind me of the love that was put into every stitch.
This past winter, Jan created a quilt for my living room. My trailer still needs some wintering and insulating. Last year I froze. So Jan sent me another warm quilt for curling up on the couch. I absolutely LOVE this quilt. It’s so bright and cheerful, and super artistic.
Finally, several years ago, Jan bought me this pretty wooden box as a gift. I have a couple of other similar boxes piled together to create a side table in my living room. The one she gave me is the top trunk.
Jan is going to be missed. I think about her everyday. And I miss her already. We didn’t see each other often, but knowing she was just a phone call away was a great comfort to me. So there is a gap now. But I firmly believe I will see her again. And until then I have daily reminders of her beautiful artistic abilities, and her love for me.
Jan and I at Niagara falls in March, 2010.