Mom made a kalidescope for me when she was working in stained glass. She made it of green glass, and picked colors for the beads that she thought I'd like. She was worried about that... When I'm thinking of her a lot, I pick up the kalidescope and take a look to see what's happening at the other end and see her smile. They say that time heals all, but it doesn't heal that. We just get used to the pain. I miss her every single day.