I've revisited the experience many times in my adult life, but not once did I wonder about the scarf or its demise. I had no memory of the fabric's design until yesterday when I unearthed the scarf in my mother's drawer. There was no mistaking it; I knew exactly what I was looking at.
For 44 years she's kept it- and I had no idea. I can't say what I plan to do with the scarf, but frankly, it matters not. The value lies in the priceless gift my mother gave to me by holding on to it all these years, cherishing it, and honoring the effort that went into its creation.
Thank you, Mom, for your enduring love.