My father had turned over all of my mother's embroidery/cross stitch/etc. over to me when she passed away. Among the pieces was a mostly completed tablecloth. My mother had passed away in April. All of us decided to make it a point to travel to Dad's for Thanksgiving that year. I was glad I had completed the tablecloth and it was able to be used for that first 'momless' Thanksgiving. Everyone else was very touched and it gave them a sense of her being there. I think Dad still uses it for all of the holiday dinners at his house. Just a thought.