A few years ago my mom presented us with a quilt she had made. The coloured squares on it were cut from some of my father’s old shirts. I still remember some of these shirts that he would wear at work or around the house. The quilt now is on Ethan’s bed, and he understands that it is very special. Every once in a while he talks about it and asks me about my dad and about heaven. I pray that the little guy finally gets to meet his grandfather there someday.

Thank you mom.