Ripped

A melancholy sight - following the reduction of the astounding smell of tar, a closer inspection of the tapestry has revealed that my sister was not in a good state at all when she was stitching it. The back of the work was so tangled and matted that I thought I would just unpick the worst of it before re-stitching......but it turns out that I have to unpick most of it. As I do so, I can sense her anxiety and frustration as she tried to finish it (I sense that it was a gift from her husband) with increasing debility from loss of eyesight, hand tremor, etc. I feel your presence in every cobbled stitch, my old darling. I shall finish it for you, no worries. When finished, who should I donate it to, do you think: your brother, a son, or a grandchild?