My grandma doesnβt know we made this together π₯ΊMy grandparents raised me. My mom had me when she was in high school and went away for college, so I lived with my grandparents until I was 2. Then they still raised me when my mom came back and we got an apartment. My grandma brought my whole family together. All of us grandchildren would stay the night at her house practically every weekend. We never stayed the night at each others houses – we always stayed with grandma and grandpa.
Three years ago we had to move my grandma into a memory care home, as she developed Alzheimerβs Disease. It was a really hard time for my family. My mom and her siblings got in a huge fight, my grandma was very upset about losing her house and autonomy, and we grandchildren felt like we were losing so much of our childhood. But when we were preparing her house for the estate sale, we found TONS of yarn and unfinished crochet projects. Iβm the only one in the family who crochets, so I took it all. In one box there were these squares. Hundreds of them! I knew I needed to complete it (I assumed a blanket by the sheer amount of squares).
I started connecting them a couple years ago, but didnβt like how it was looking so I put it away for 6ish months. Took it out again to start over and still wasnβt happy with what I was making. Now here I am. Thereβs a blanket. Itβs full of love and heartache and gratitude for my grandma and this opportunity to connect with her through our craft.
Her 80th birthday is tomorrow. On Friday Iβll be giving it to her at her birthday party. Iβmβ¦β¦scared. She wonβt remember who gave it to her, she wonβt remember me, and she wonβt know that she was the one who did so much of this magic. I am simultaneously looking forward to giving it to her and also sad that I wonβt have this in my home anymore.
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