It was strange going through a dead person’s clothes. Especially since I knew him. I hadn’t seen him for quite a while, so all the memories I have of him are from elementary school. He died young. I gathered his old clothes and comforter from his mother and told her I would make a memory quilt. My favorite part of the whole piece is that his comforter is used as the stuffing for the quilt. So, most of the quilt is “made of him.”
I know it’s only a quilt and it doesn’t change the fact that he’s gone and he left too soon. I hope as time passes it will become a reminder of good memories instead of a painful loss.