"People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad." --Marcel Proust
This is just a little something I threw together for Susan's memorial gathering. I'm not much for speeches and just couldn't send her off without a few words. The border represents pieces she's hooked; most are her designs and a few are mine.
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