Dorene Duncan

The Power of Scissors

And then, she was gone. My machine sat dormant as my heart was broken. My mentor, my friend, my gallivanting buddy, my confidant, my heart - all that and so much more - left me with a hole that will never be filled. Gram was gone and each time I attempted to sew, my heart broke all over again as tears streamed down my face. What was once a sense of pride and accomplishment was now just pain.