I finished the quilt my sister began

Dear Delyara, My sister began sewing a quilt during chemotherapy. She completed twelve squares before she died and left the fabric folded inside a plastic bin. I could not touch it for two years. Last winter, I joined a quilting group at the community center and brought one square with me. The women did not offer advice about grief. They showed me how to match seams, thread the machine, and correct mistakes without ripping apart the whole piece. I worked one square at a time. Today, I finished the quilt. My sister’s stitches are smaller than mine, and the colors she chose do not match perfectly with the pieces I added. I considered making the difference less visible, then decided against it. Tonight, I placed the quilt across my daughter’s bed. She traced the uneven line where my sister’s work ends and mine begins. I told her that was not the place the quilt broke. It was the place someone else learned how to continue it.