Joe had so many prayers shawls. One from the Episcopal School of Knoxville is in the lower room where Tony and David hang out. Others, along with quilts made at McCallie and one made by Tony and David's classmates at Trinity, are scattered around the house. For some reason we all gather comfort by wrapping up in them. But there is a special one that covers me every night while I watch the news of the day before heading to bed.
It arrived at the end, knitted by very special ladies from Yazoo City, MS. They had never met Joe or our family until after he passed away. They are friends of Mary Kay Phillips and sent it on accompanied by a thoughtful note. To receive a prayer shawl from complete strangers is overwhelming.
It was the prayer shawl Joe used until the end. I can still see it laying over him, comforting him, feeling its warmth. It was the last blanket we laid on him. It is the one that sits on "my chair" and with unspoken respect no one ever uses it except me.
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