Hand towel for my mother and grand mother

Yesterday, I went a small photo exhibition. There were pictures of a diary of the photographer's father. He wrote the diary from when his wife died till some days before he died.
After his wife died, he lived by himself. He is very neat person and wrote every day's matter.
He didn't want to bother other people, so he took care of his health very much.
But after several years, he become demented. The characters on the note became unreadable often.
But I could read some sentences what appeared often. "Everyday is hard", "I'm sad to be demented".
And I noticed another thing. When he met somebody else, his diary became happy, and when he couldn't meet anybody else for long, his sentences became really sad.

I cried in the salon, and heard somebody was crying.
I remembered my grandmother's word. She says sometimes the same thing. "It's hard just to live".
I live far from her, so I can meet her only several times a year. I felt her loneliness and wanted to write something to her.

Today, I sewed two hand towels. One is for my grandmother, and the other is for my mother. I also wrote a letter for her and put them in a package for my mother.

When I want to send something to my grandmother, I always send to my mother. My mother lives not so far from my grandmother, so she sometimes visits her. I think if my mother brings my presents for my grandmother, she becomes more happy.
I hope they like the towels.