I wonder are lost treasures like friends who have gone on before us? In some way is their true essence still with us, comforting and reassuring us that life goes on? Nothing can replace their tactile, physical presence, but your love for them remains, and love is a positive force no matter what.

I'm just rambliing, musing on the power of these treasures now lost, and so proud of you, maeve, for going into the quilt shop in the first place. You are a testament to strength and recovery, dear. I'm holding you in my heart every day.