Yeah, I still have a “blankie”. I put it on my side of the bed, every night. It is, in excess, of 60 years old and belonged to my grandmother. Why? Well, my grandmother was an amazing, loving and hysterically funny Newfoundland woman. She always had cherry Chiclets in her pocket for me, hugs and kisses were never ending. It was an absolute unconditional love. Lost her when I was 15. Still feel that loss.
Husband is a truckdriver, he does stay within our province but has to leave at 2:00 am, for his run, the blanket is my security. It is my continued connection to my Nanny Mary.
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