I am having a tough time processing this right now. My cousin sent me my grandmother’s sewing box. Inside there are many things… A handwritten note that says green shirt with 2 green buttons on it, some trims and a pincushion. My grandmother could sew and she inspired me want to learn to sew. I take the learning and the craft very seriously and I feel driven by a need to sponge up more learning about it. To try and get better and better. I never feel bad making mistakes sewing. Everything feels positive to me about it. My grandmother was a kindred spirit. I know we loved each other a lot. There is comfort having this here. When I can I will put my things in there I will use it for the same purpose she did. A treasure.