10/20/2026
Every fall he pulls the same sweater out of the cedar chest. Heavy cream wool, a little crooked at one shoulder, worn soft at the elbows.
She knit it for him the first winter they were married, more than fifty years ago. She is not here to see him wear it anymore. But every October, out it comes.
His caregiver learned the story early, and now she is the one who brings the chest down from the closet shelf when the mornings turn cold. She does not rush him when he just sits with it a moment before he puts it on.
Some of what a loved one made for us still keeps us warm, long after. Honoring that is part of honoring them.
We are grateful to help a man hold on to the things that matter.
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