Quilts of Valor Part Two

When the last quilt was delivered to me last Thursday, the lady bringing it also brought one for my friend Anita. It was made to honor her grandson, Aaron. He was a young man, only 25 years old, a new husband and father. He was killed in Afghanistan about 5 months ago.

It was just a coincidence that Aaron's father was picking Anita up for lunch that day. When he came into the clubhouse where everyone was gathered, Anita showed him the quilt and told him why it was made.

He was so touched. He hugged everyone. I cried and he came over and took me in his arms and told me not to cry.

I couldn't help it. I have sons. I couldn't imagine his pain on losing his.

Rest in Peace, Aaron Blasjo.