My friend was murdered the other night. My heart is still dealing with this fact… I can’t really wrap my brain around the fact she’s gone. You might remember me piecing this quilt together last year or so, it was supposed to be for her… and now I’ll never be able to give it to her. My heart is broken. I have to figure out if I want to finish this, or just box it up till I can stand to look at it again.