My Dad died unexpectly this spring. I was a total wreck. He had lived with me for 15 years and was in Florida visiting. I wandered around for a few days and went to console myself with my quilts. I have a top my Grandma (Dads Mom) made and decided to work on it. I had been doing laundry and just hung up all his flannel shirts. I cut all the flannel shirts into quilt and am in the process of using them to back the quilt. Some days it makes me cry and other days it helps to have him here.