“WOW—HANDMADE? HOW QUAINT.” AT MY GRANDSON’S EXTRAVAGANT WEDDING, THE BRIDE MOCKED MY QUILT. BUT MOMENTS LATER, HIS UNEXPECTED ACTION STUNNED EVERYONE AND FOREVER CHANGED OUR FAMILY. My name is Beatrice Eleanor Walsh—Bea to those who love me. At eighty-three, I thought I knew every lesson grief and grace could teach. I was wrong. One September evening, a single harsh laugh in a ballroom full of crystal and cameras snapped a stitch I’d been tightening around my heart for years—and everything unra