Bedtime is what I feel the closest to her.
For as long as I can remember, I always feel a new burst of energy and a yearning for connection at the end of the day.
Almost ceremonially and ritualistically, I peel the weighted blanket off my bed each night, fold it, and place it on my bureau--an act that always connects me to the memory of her pulling her fancy bedspread off her bed and hanging it on the blanket rack each night.
Originally published on Her View From Home. Click HERE to read the full article.
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