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  1. Interesting. While we were caring for our father five years ago now, we put puzzles together. We four siblings were the care givers for my dad and his lady friend of 12 years. Both in mid 80’s but doing very well. At the time my dad had been battling bladder cancer for 6 years. Our mother died of cancer 31 years ago at a very young age of 60. Dad and Helen would sit at the table and we would chat and tell stories of old times and had a good time. One of us kids were always with them 24-7. At the end stages two of us needed to be there. We set a schedule so we could keep up with our families and do some of the things on our schedules but we were always at dads at our turn. Many puzzles got completed. If we couldn’t sleep we would find a few pieces. My brother always said, “there is a missing piece” and then we would find it just like you did. The last puzzle we started we knew we would not be together when it was going to get finished. After dad passed away I rolled up the puzzle in felt and carefully moved to my parlor table. Each evening I would find a few before bed. During the sunny part of the winter I sat there and the warmth of the sunshine and would work for several hours. No one was interested in helping me and that was fine. As I got closer and closer to the finishing I knew I was missing a piece. It just wasn’t going to be there. Correct, I was missing one piece. I was wanting to mount it and we did. I used the box of the picture and cut the piece that was missing out of where it should have been and it matched so perfect that one had to look hard to find “The Missing Piece.” A few weeks later I was getting ready for a group to come to our home for a meeting. My husband was vacuuming and I heard him say “I found it”. I knew instantly what he had found. The missing piece. I keep that missing piece in my desk drawer and each time I open it I recall the blog I wrote about my dad after he passed away. He was now the missing piece in m life. Your thoughts in your puzzle piece story are so very good. We can all learn a lot from them. Interesting that I find this at this time. We would have been working on our last puzzle right now. Dad passed away January 13, 2013. My puzzle is hanging in my garage all mounted and plastic over it to protect it and I love to see as I enter my home every day. Right after Christmas I will set up the table in the parlor and do another puzzle. I have many grand children and they stop by and may find a piece or two. It will take two months to complete and I will sit and rest and find a piece each time I pass that room. Love your Blog and it is always encouraging to me to get back at it.

    1. Linda, Thank you for sharing your connection with puzzles – what a warm wonderful, truly special memory! I love that your husband found your missing piece too. My dad is the missing piece from our lives as well. But, I work to find ways to honor his legacy and know that will make him smile down from above. Enjoy this season with your family, making new memories while being warmed by old ones. And, enjoy your puzzle with the grandkids! blessings, Susan