I feel so badly every time I think about it. I had a quilt which was pieced by my aunt on my father's side and was layered and quilted by my aunt on my mother's side. I used that quilt until it fell apart, and then threw it away. Why, oh why, didn't I put it away when it was starting to wear? Why didn't I keep it even if it was worn? I have lost a treasure that can never be replaced.