Sometimes something wonderful falls apart. The worst happens. It doesn’t seem fair or right or kind. Not really talking about knitting this time.
A photo taken a few weeks ago.
My wonderful husband of 10 years died last Monday. It’s hard to know what to say, it’s so awful. And I feel a strange combination of raw and numb. All I know is the world feels wrong. I loved him tremendously and I want him to be with me.
The kids are sad, I am sad. The Memorial is tomorrow, and I feel like I’m in a nightmare that won’t end.
I’m using Barbara Walker’s top-down knitting book to design a sweater. It’s the softest and gentlest Alpaca you can imagine. It will hug me and keep me warm.
I don’t really know how to repair knitting very well. When there’s a hole, when something is torn away. Maybe I will learn how to patch things enough to keep going. Maybe someday I can imagine things whole.
Sure love these kids