Where do I begin? I guess the best place is with the reason I've been away so long. On December 14, 2013, my Dad, age 80, succumbed to an aggressive case of lymphoma.
He'd been unwell for over a year due to degenerative disc issues and rheumatoid arthritis. Anemia caused him to be hospitalized for a few days in November, followed by three weeks in rehab to try to build his strength. But we didn't learn until the evening of December 12 that he was truly ill. Two days later he was gone.
So, I'm healing....knitting helped me through long hours in the hospital and rehab center. It steadied my nerves as we made final arrangements. It centered my thoughts during late-night discussions with my Mom about nearly everything imaginable.
It provided stability during the most unstable period of my life.
Did knitting make everything all better? Of course not. But it provided a valuable source of calm in my decidedly unsettled world.