You woke up in the middle of the night to your husband John frantically searching around your bedroom in a panic.

“John?…” You asked drowsily. “What’re you doing?…”

“My blanket, love. Where is it?” He asked quickly.

You immediately knew he was talking about the knitted blanket you’d made him to take on missions so he had a piece of you with him.

“I put it in the washing machine, dear..” You said.

He looked at you, devastated.