Yesterday I was making this card for a friend who lost her Mom. I was thinking that all of my friends are at that age where we are either taking care of our parents or losing them. I have a feeling that I need to stock up on these.
I'm thinking of an Indian proverb that goes: Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down to let us know they are happy. I know when I look at the sky I feel my parents shining down on me.
Okay, enough of waxing philosophical, time to get back to work!