Nancy gave the twins some sweaters a few years ago. They were hand-me-downs from her for the girls. Somehow one of the sweaters made its way through the wash and into the dryer. Unfortunately it was a wool sweater and shrunk. I mean it really shrunk. It was a cute oversized wool sweater....that quickly became a hand-me-down to Evie. Evie was just a year old at the time. But she would fit into it eventually. Nancy found the humor in it and couldn't wait for Evie to enjoy it.
Well, that day finally arrived. Over Memorial Day we went to GI town to bury Nancy's ashes. It was rainy and 49 degrees. It seemed like a perfect day for her to wear her grandma's sweater.