I only have a vague memory of the ending of the book I’m looking, which goes something like this:

Many years later, she [a young girl during most of the story] received a neatly wrapped package with no return address.  Inside was a soft, silver scarf.  When she held it, she knew it was the silver scarf and felt a mixture of emotion, sadness, a tear, a bit of happy memory.  As she held it, she thought about wearing it, but then, “Not today,” carefully folded the scarf and put it gently in a favorite drawer in her dresser.

Will appreciate any thoughts on the name of the book.