After about 18 months, here is the finished memorial quilt for my friend, all quilted and bound and ready to be sent off:


As I sewed down the binding I was struck by how much had changed from a pile of old t-shirts to this, a real quilt with weight and dimension, that I was sitting under and that will keep my friend and her son warm. And so I thought of a quote:

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.