This was the writing challenge from last week. I know it is late but I wrote it from my phone while riding in the car and I could not get the picture to upload correctly. So here we are…
When I read the challenge, it wasnt hard to come up with something to write about.
My mom passed away several years ago and afterwards i was given several of her possessions. Getting these items had its own overflow of emotions but this blanket wasn’t finished. She loved to do crafts and sew with her seemingly antique sewing machine. This was a crocheted afghan that she had marked up the pattern to make it how she wanted it to look. When i got this box of yarn and pattern and squares of the partially completed blanket, I put it in a box and put it in the basement.
I would discuss with D every once in a while that I would like to work on the blanket and I even bought a book on how to crochet so I could work on it. When I talked about it she said she would say she is going to get the box and then she would change the subject to something we needed to do that day.
For my birthday, about 3 yrs ago, a woman from our church came to our apartment and rang the doorbell. When I opened the door, she gave me this gift saying “happy birthday”. I was shocked, as she was a friendly person from church but not really someone I would consider a really good friend to exchange gifts at birthdays or holidays so I was confused. She said it was a gift really from D.
As I opened the gift, I could not stop the tears. It was my mom’s blanket, completed just the way my mom had created the pattern. Definitely, my most prized possession and a great way to remember my mom and it was definitely a great birthday gift.
Have you ever thought about what you would pick up if there was ever an evacuation or a fire in your home? I think I would pick this up, after of course, my family, animals and pictures!