Halfway through making this quilt, the sweet baby boy was called home to heaven before even blessing us with his presence...
I couldn't touch my sewing machine without the tears...
I finally pulled myself together and let myself feel and blessed his parents with this gift to go in his memory display case.
I am glad that I could remember him and all of the love that everyone felt for him for the short time that he was here, even if we never got to hold him.
Namaste.
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