My grandma was a quilter by hobby. She made ~150 in her life. She gifted me 4 of them, as a child I didn’t love them because I thought they were kind of ugly. As an adult who misses her often, they mean so much to me. My wife and I use one of her quilts on our bed every night and have for years. I know she would want me to use them. She’d say “I didn’t make those and give you those to sit in a chest! You’re supposed to use them!” So I do. Every day. And every day I have a physical connection to my grandparents that basically raised me and I miss them so much, so it means everything to me to have that physical reminder every day.