A very good friend lost her grown son and a few months later handed me a shirt he had worn a lot. She said she wanted a quilt for her wall, a place to think (to pray?) about him, a memory place. I made a simple star out of the fabric which was striped. She couldn't put it up for about 6 months or a year after I gave it to her but then put it up. She thanked me with tears; told me it was perfect. Also, she had said she wanted to have a place to put pictures on it so I left the four corner the white of the shirt. Later she said the shirt itself was enough. I think it was one more step in her grief process.