My Grandmother Loved Me In Ways I Still Feel Today

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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