As I sat with my dad while he slept, and I felt the rough, crocheted blanket on which he rested his hands, I thought of an idea. Why not give my dad the world's softest blanket? And the answer came: Because things in this nursing facility can magically disappear. But then I came up with a solution: Put Dad's name on the blanket in letters so big that no one else would want it. And while I'm writing on the blanket, add some love.
I bought a blanket, but when I took it out of the packaging, I saw that it would be too big. So, I cut it in half, hemmed it up, and now I have two blankets - one for Dad and one for me. And when I find I want to be closer to my daddy, I can snuggle up with him via his blanket's twin.
It's not pretty, but it is the world's softest blanket. And it reeks with LOVE!
(Last name blurred out in this photo in order to protect the innocent.)
awwwww .. that's so very sweet!!
ReplyDeletei do know what you go through with your beloved daddy!
xxx
xo, Foam
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet gift . . . for both of you. You are in my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThanks, G.G.!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea! I understand about the disappearing act of possessions in the NH. Amazing what goes missing. I think this one is a keeper!
ReplyDeleteLove to you all.
Liz, Yes, I'm sure this is common problem. There is either a black hole somewhere that contains a lot of missing clothing or there are a lot of people running around with clothes that have someone else's name written in them.
ReplyDeleteLove to you guys!