Today I went to the funeral of a dear friend of 18 years, who had been like a second mom to me. It's been an up-and-down two weeks since her death, and today has been one of the sadder days. I'm trying to keep in mind that not everyone is fortunate enough to have had two moms in their lives. She was a wonderful caregiver to so many people, including me. Her kids said at the service that the best way to honor her memory would be to remember to help those around us who need it.

Before her health took a downturn, she was an avid quilter and crocheter, and I spent many evenings at her house chatting and knitting or crocheting. Her son told me today that he's got a trash can full of yarn that's got my name on it. So, I've decided that when I take posession of the yarn, I'm going to make scarves and hats to donate to the clothing drives that abound in the colder months. I should probably also take photos of everything, so that I can make an album to give to her kids, so they can see some of the results of their Mom's legacy. I think they'll like that.