When my father was dying, he asked for a blanket. The VA hospital in Baltimore had none left to give him. In the years that followed, I found myself repeatedly attempting to address the tragic helplessness of that moment through my work. For this piece, I used the box of my father’s clothing my mother couldn’t bear to sort through, sewing a quilt that recreates a photograph of him with his fellow soldiers shortly before they departed for the Battle of Peleliu.