I’ve been wanting to do a sketch related to my dad and my grandmother(his mother) for a while. Their relationship always stood out to me. My grandmother was around a lot. She would always come with us on vacations and trips and she would come camping with us at the fair when I would show my horse. My dad would always invite her to come to things and pick her up because she didn’t know how to drive. I always thought it was nice of him to always pick her up.

He was always very respectful and never said a bad word about her. He cared for her and genuinely wanted to spend his time with her. He would go out of his way to do anything for her. I learned a lot by watching him. I try to treat my own mother the way that he treated his. They had a strong bond that anyone could see. He took it really hard when she passed and my heart always broke to see how sad he would get. He said sometimes at night it felt like someone would sit on the bed beside him and stroke his hair when he was sleeping. When he would open his eyes there was no one there. He believed it was my grandma visiting him.

Right before my dad passed, when he was very sick, he wanted the blanket my grandma had made him to keep him warm. It was a tiny, old afghan that barely reached to his knees. I laid it on his chest so he could feel it and covered him up with a quilt on top so he could get warm. Although, I think the love from that holey afghan did most of the warming.

I miss both of them dearly but they both inspire me everyday.