“When I Turned 18, My Grandma Gave Me a Plain Red Cardigan — I Didn’t Understand Its Meaning Until Much Later”
The Red Cardigan: A Gift Across Time When I turned eighteen, my grandmother gave me a red cardigan—hand-knitted, simple, unassuming. I smiled politely, said “Thanks,” and didn’t think much of it. Weeks later, she passed away. I never wore the cardigan. For years, it sat folded in a box, among other keepsakes I couldn’t part …