Sometimes when I am down and just want to think, I go upstairs and sew, usually mindless sewing so my head can get itself straightened out. Today I needed to do something to take my mind off of Jane’s passing and some other bad news which I learned about today… so I went upstairs and tackled one of the quilts I basted yesterday. As I quilted straight lines I remembered the first time we chatted, she was waiting for the birth of her first grandchild. While sewing around bow tie knots I remembered some of the funnies Jane shared with us about Miss Ruby, and I remembered more about visiting her in her darling little cottage. It was good therapy, and although I am still very saddened by her passing, I am happy she is no longer suffering and that she’s in a better place. I sure hope Heaven was ready for her! Tomorrow has to be a better day.