I opened a little box this morning — a small, round, wooden box in which I expected to find a broach to wear. I did find a broach — a turtle made of sterling silver and abalone shell. But I also found a one-inch post-it note with my name on it. Just ‘Diana.’ In my Mama’s handwriting. A 9-year-old post-it note. Been thinking about it all day.
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seldomseenquilting 
Every once in awhile, I run across something in my father’s writing–he died when I was 17. I have a good idea how you’re feeling . . .
Still sticking with me, that’s for sure!
My dad died about a year and a half ago. I’d give anything to find something like that.