Sometimes something wonderful falls apart. The worst happens. It doesn’t seem fair or right or kind. Not really talking about knitting this time.
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.