There are not many things for which I am thankful. Most of the items on my list are people or experiences or other intangibles, but a few, like Dr Pepper, are real, hold-in-your-hand things. Today I am thankful for a thing. I am thankful for my mom's afghans.
After my mom died 9 1/2 years ago, I was desperate to find something of hers to hold onto. She had very few things. She didn't collect anything. She couldn't wear jewelry. She didn't have a well-worn favorite book. But she did make afghans. Beautiful, crocheted, ripple afghans. I have two that were specifically made for me, and a few more I procured after she died. Billy put one on me when I was sleeping the other night because I "looked cold". I woke up happy. Holding something, snuggling under something, feeling something that my mom held and used and made is a tangible connection. A reminder that when I can't see her face or hear her voice in my head that she was real.