Ok, if it just happens that on the way to the hospice there is a thrift shop. I think that might be a sign that I am suppose to stop in there huh? ( it also possibly means I am a bad person for driving to the hospice by way of the thrift shop.. you pick)
In anycase I shall not quible my moral slippery slope when one finds a handmade quilt as wonderful as this sitting and wating for me to find it! A generous queen size.. two little birds on each corner, just about perfect condition with the exception of a little rip on the backing. ~sigh~ Some things are just meant to be. Not to mention that my MIL was a huge quilter and I think she would would approve.
As an update: mom is still hanging in there but her blood pressure is getting unsteady and we spend time switching on and off being with her.