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It wasn’t two weeks later when she had to be taken to a nursing home because she had become too much of a strain on Granddad, oftentimes forgetting who he was and ringing whatever number was dialled last in her phone and telling them that “that man is back in my house again!”

I went to visit her in the nursing home and I noticed that she had managed to get her hands on a pair of knitting needles and had just finished another scarf, a really nice one actually, it surprised me how good it was. She didn’t recognize me when she turned around and just went straight back to knitting. “Who’s that for Gran?” I asked.

“Oh, this thing? It’s for Jacob. Can you make sure he gets it?”

She finished it that afternoon while I sat in her room reading a book I had packed. When she gave it to me I said, “I’ll make sure he gets it.”

I wore it out to Granddad’s when I went to visit him the next day because he had rang me. He found a bag full of different wools in Lincraft bags which still had the receipts in them. He gave them to me, telling me that if I returned them I could keep whatever it cost her, and that she had all she needed at the nursing home already.

It was a cold day and as I pulled up at Lincraft, I was still wearing the scarf nan had knitted in the home. I walked into the Lincraft store and could only see a boy playing on a computer, not much older than I was. I walked up to him and handed the bag over the counter. “Can I return these?” I asked.

He said “sure,” and then continued, “and nice scarf by the way.” I smiled and nodded, and looked down at his name tag so that I could thank him properly.

Jacob.