She led a group called Mother's Heart for many of us ladies in church. It was sort of a book club. We met once a month for fellowship, prayer, and to discuss the current book.
Having sensed a deep pain in my heart, she had also greatly invested into my spirit.
I gave her my quilt. That was the only way I could think to thank her for everything.
I had plenty of the blue chintz-like fabric to easily make another quilt.
And I finally did. All it needs now is the final quilt sandwich and the free motion quilting. Then it will hang again on my wall.
In the meantime, my friend surprised me with an unexpected gift. About a year after her move, she surprised me with this lovely bowl. She wrote a lovely note explaining that her husband and son had made a trip to Poland, where they make beautiful pottery. There was a bowl very similar to the quilt. And now I have this lovely bowl as a sweet memory.