Lyda here.
Last month, I realized it was time to let him go. We’d been through so much, sharing disaster and triumph and long days and nights of work. He was a good and faithful worker. Age overtook him, but it will never diminish the memories.
With him, I learned to sew. He was with me every step of the way on each quilt I made.
Goodbye, old friend.
R.I.P., old friend.
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