Strangest thing... When my mother died. My brother went into her extensive sewing room and took 3 scraps of fabric. One for me and each of my sisters. At her burial... He gave us each a rose with the scrap around it. Mine is up in a leather box in my closet. My scrap was from a leotard that she had made me. Yesterday I was folding laundry and in it was a scrap of this fabric. My heart melted and I knew that every moment of every day, my mother is near. And she was just reminding me.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 03:24:23 +0000
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