When my Mom and her siblings went to their parents' house to sort through things after they died, she ended up with a lot of Grandma's crochet stuff, including a crocheted flower square. She figured it must have been the beginning of an afghan. She decided to finish it with Grandma's yarns and give it to one of us who hadn't gotten one from her while she was alive. Me!!! I told her to just use a mix of whatever colors she had. Well, Mom made about 35 flowers or so, and got halfway through adding the leaves. Then her arm got really sore and she was having a hard time crocheting. I told her I could work on it some until she felt better. Well, she didn't and it was just an early symptom of her cancer spreading to all kinds of places that it shouldn't be. So two years after Mom died, I've finally got back to working on the afghan. And finishing it! Yea!
I had to make a few more flowers to get it six by seven blocks, which ends up about queen sized. I put Grandma's square in the center of an X of purple flowers so I could always figure out which one was hers. I didn't really need to since I didn't bother to get a good match on the white yarn. But there you go.
The ironic thing is, as I was attaching the last square next to Grandma's square, I discovered that her square had a mistake in it. Each side should have 16 joining stitches. That last square had 17! To fix it properly would mean ripping back to the first round of white. And I wasn't going to do that! So I just fudged it in there. But now I wonder: was that single square still sitting around at Grandma's because it was a mistake and she just throw it aside? Have I now immortalized her mistake with a proud place of honor? Maybe. But I made the afghan to honor my Grandma and my Mom and all their work for others. And I love it.