Finding the small quilted heart in the lobby of the medical office today felt like a sign, arriving at just the right moment. It’s been a week and a half since I lost my father, and seeing that little heart was a comforting reminder that love and kindness can appear when we need them most. It felt like a quiet message that I’m not alone, even in this difficult time, and that my dad’s love is still with me in ways I might not always expect.
