Related story. Before my grandmother died unexpectedly, she’d been working on a hooked rug as a baby shower present for no one in particular (just for the next child to come along). Flash forward many years: I’m at my baby shower for my first child, and I open a gift from my aunt Lisa. Inside is the rug my grandmother had been making, now complete. Lisa had held onto it for years, finished it, and gave it to me/my first child with a lovely note about how it was from her AND my grandmother. I cried buckets. <3