When I left off with part one of my quilting story,
I had received some beautiful quilts for Christmas.
(I wish I had photos to show you for this post,
but I really have nothing from this time period.)
The quilts were made by my brother, Todd (Kaliph).
Todd was four years older than I,
and if you read The Post about my mother and my childhood,
then you know things got rough for Todd and I.
Once again, I won't mention details,
but Todd was removed from our home about
two years after mom died.
I didn't see him again until I was an adult.
When we met again,
we didn't get along very well.
No details ~ we just saw things differently.
I didn't hear from Todd again until
right before Christmas 2002.
We both said our sorry's and I found out
that Todd could not work, nor could he drive.
He had epilepsy from a blow to the head.
I won't give details here either...but that blow happened
while he was young.
Todd had to move to a city that provided
good public transportation, easily accessible food,
and easy access to his doctors.
You see, besides having epilepsy,
Todd was HIV positive.
Todd changed his name to Kaliph
(to break away from his childhood.
I can't blame him.)
He spent his days volunteering.
He also started quilting near the end of his life.
He needed something that he could do from his apartment.
That is when he made those quilts for us.
Every stitch was done in spite of
intense pain and fatigue.
Well, as I said, I was hooked!!
I went to my local quilt shop and
just picked out my favorite pattern,
and started on it!!
Have patience with me,
Today's post about my brother
was necessary as a background
before tomorrow's post with my