When my dad was dying, he asked for a blanket. The VA hospital in Baltimore didn’t have any more. I spent the next few years futilely trying to address the tragic helplessness of that moment through my work. In this piece, I used the box of my dad’s clothes that my mom didn’t know what to do with, and made a quilt that recreated a photo of him with his army buddies just before they went off to fight the battle of Peleliu.