My mom and my quilts

There are 2 people in my life who shaped me into the sewer than I am.
My mom and my 1st mother in law.
These 2 women loved to quilt like it was their passion.
Today while cleaning my attic, I came across a quilt my mom had started before her death.
It was drawn in pencil on white muslin.
She had already finished 4 blocks and the stitches were so small it looked like it was done on a machine.
It looked like a quilt-as-you-go, type quilt.
I know how she felt about them not being finished.
So I got to work but was sewing it on machine.
I cannot make stitches that small but felt compelled to finish it anyway.
At first, I sewed away and was happy about my find.
As I worked, It made me sad and I really missed her.
Then I got a bit angry because I have been outcasted(is this a word) from my family since her death.
Not one family will speak to me.
Let me back up.
Before my mom died, we did not have the best relationship.
It was bad from the day she met her last husband.
There was always something I did wrong and frankly as I got older, I got sick of it.
A few months before she died, we had a fight. It was stupid and an ex sister in law was behind most of it.
She lied to my mom about me and my mother, knowing she was a compulsive liar, BELIEVED HER!
So we weren't actually speaking, until her last coherent night on earth.
I bathed her for her surgery, told her I loved her, and made peace.
Her husband(who ALWAYS hated me) has said something to make my family not speak to me.
After 4 years, this should not affect me...but it does.  Not in the way, I'm sure they think it does. It bothers me that someone I loved has turned into such a selfish person.  Actually, she was always selfish.  She hated sharing ME WITH MY OWN MOTHER.  She wanted to be the only one.
She had always promised me the contents of her sewing room because Not one single person in her circle gave a damn about sewing.  I didn't not get this.
She promised me and my daughter certain rings...This did not happen.
To this day, I have no idea what he has said to my siblings.
I have no idea what I did.
I pray for "HIM" and his daughter.
I pray that they can be forgiven for what they have taken from me.
I pray that they understand that they are FAR FROM PERFECT and have no right to judge me.
I am ashamed for my mother for the way they have acted towards me since her death.
I was her first child, her daughter and she was my mother.
I did love her the best way I could.