My Daughter-in-Law Threw Away the Blanket I Knitted Until My Son Discovered What Was Hidden Inside

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The letter was two pages, in his slanted, half legible handwriting, and it was addressed to a grandchild he never met.

“He wrote it in October,” I told Kyle, “when he still had steady hands. He starts by telling the baby who he was. That’s the first page. He says, I was your grandfather, my name was Frank, I fixed things for a living and I was continue reading …