Dear Swash,
I read your beautiful words today, and look at the photos. I scan them slowly, taking in the colours, and my heart feels so full and heavy. I remember the suddenness of Bear's loss. I think of the keening grief of women whose loved ones die, and the women who put their arms about them. I feel as though I am one of those women. I grieve, and I also put my arms around you, and feel sorrow and loss.
I look at the photos of the blankets. I imagine the love of a thousand women sewn and stitched and knitted and crocheted and threaded together. This is what it looks like. This is how it feels.
I look at all of the squares, how different, how expressive they seem. When they are made into a blanket, how they are a part of something so beautiful and tender and real. My heart feels full of love, I imagine there's comfort in those stitches.
With love from your friend
inkymoose xx