My trip to Mt. Holly was to visit my husband’s grave, take a walk in the woods at the park we visited frequently before he passed, and think about our wonderful life. At the park, I happened to look up at a tree near the picnic area, and found the quilted heart. You can’t imagine how stunned and happy it made me feel on such a solemn day. Thank you Angel that so lovingly quilted my heart. It’s in my box of memories of a marriage that would have been 56 years this past June.
