In July, I lost my grandma. Just one month later, my 17 yr old niece passed away unexpectedly. Every Sunday I meander through Wash Park so I can have some quiet time by myself to think about them, talk to them, and grieve. Sometimes I just sit in the grass and cry. Today, when I found this quilted heart hanging on a branch, I instantly burst into tears. Now it has a permanent place on a little hook in my kitchen. I will always wonder who the person is who made it and if they know how meaningful it is.
