a blanket and its story

I'd like to show you this blanket and tell you the story behind it :

I made it few years ago and it took me one year to finish it,
it measure about 220 cm and it's almost a square.

It is made with lots of leftovers of wool yarns that my mum used, 

to knit things for us and for herself.

After my mum died of cancer (12 years ago)

my dad told me that there were several bags of wool at home

and asked me what I wanted to do with it. 

I decided to take it with me to London, but I had no idea of what to do with it.

A couple of years after I started to knit a blanket, 

it was a very powerful way to deal with the loss and the sadness. 

Stitch by stitch I found my way to mourning. 

I can still remember where some of the wool come from,

jumpers she made for my  brothers and me

and there's even some wool that she recycled from my grandad's jumpers.

Now it needs some repair, the wool I used to stitch it,

is probably too old and so it breaks easily.

I'm not saying that I'm like Linus and his blankie but in moments like this

I need my blanket too!

Near my home...must be a sign?

;^)