Shattered

I had a bit of an unfortunate event. I broke a piece of pressed glass that was given to me by a very close, dear friend back in the early 1990s. I searched, and searched, and searched for a replacement because it really is a favorite thing of mine. (I know. Things, not people, George.) It has tremendous sentimental value and even if I can replace it (which looks doubtful), it is the memories associated with it that will remain.