For a Good Friend

A very dear friend of mine has just started to receive palliative care at home after three years of battling illness. Her two children and sister are with her, taking it in turns so that there is always someone with her. 

We have been friends since our chidren were babies and have always been there for each other in time of need. I am going to visit her this coming Sunday, possibly for the last time. I have crocheted a cotton heart and butterfly to take with me.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the wise man calls a butterfly."
by Richard Bach, 'Illusions': The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah.


I shall probably not be posting here again for a few days.