After Dad's passing, Mom told me that the nights were the loneliest time. She'd wrap herself in the afghan late at night and mourn my Dad. It has been two years now, since Mother passed. Yes, she was soothed by the afghan during her final illness.
I didn't want the afghan back. I told my sister No. My husband put it in a box for me. I could not deal with that afghan. It stayed packed for over a year and a half. I recently brought it out. I did not wash it. It had the scent of my Mother. Now, as I deal with chronic illness, I wrap in the old afghan. Warm in the arms of my parents.
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I will walk among you; I will be your God, and you will be my people. Leviticus 26:12
8 comments:
It is a lovely afghan, Pooch. Thanks for sharing your special story.
What a beautiful afghan and a beautiful story. I'm so glad it brought so many people comfort.
What a lovely story and an equally lovely afghan. It seems to have become a legacy of love in your family.
The afghan is beautiful...and the story behind it brought tears to my eyes. My own dad died of liver disease in 2004. I'm so glad you were able to take out the afghan and gain comfort from using it yourself...how precious. Thanks for sharing the story!
By the way...I just wanted to let you know I linked to you today on my blog!
Beautiful afghan and beautiful post!
I love Lailah and Max!
That is so ... right. I'm glad you have the comfort of your mother, even now. Hugs.
I came here from Yarnival. What a beautiful story! Thanks for sharing it, and I hope the afghan brings you comfort when you need it.
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