Green is my Afghan

My turn came after Grandma Lulu finished the ones for my parents and older siblings.


Bright greens to match my room, the afghan lived on my bed until I moved with it to college.

After graduation, it was on to New York and then Los Angeles and, in 1999, to Northern California.

Life-worn, the afghan is courser now, a bit stained. But when I cuddle in it, I feel what I felt that first time, what I've always felt --

Hugged.




So I reached for it yesterday when news quickly spread -- Lulu had died.