Comments on: Why I Knit, Part IV

By: onestitchatatime

onestitchatatime — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:58:58 +0000

Thankyou.
My Nan passed away in a nursing home…thousands of kilometres away from any family…but that was how my grandparents wanted things…they weren’t all that into being grandparents. My Nan sent me beautiful crocheted and knitted things…she was so good at handicrafts that she taught other people…even to the age of 86. I have kept all of the things she sent…swans, doilies and dolls clothes. She didn’t know. I guess they were the only part of her that really was in my life. Do you know what? I started knitting a jumper this week, my first, and I don’t knit. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to finish it or wear it cause it would make me sad about my fractured family and getting a letter about her funeral two days after it had taken place.

All those unravelling feelings run through my hands into the yarn and from my hands back into my heart, not pattern perfect, but the thing is just following the pattern and having faith — bit by bit — that I will get there.

By: leendaluu

leendaluu — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 18:59:00 +0000

Beautiful. Simply beautiful. I may have missed this is in a previous post but is that why you call your daughter ‘Sun’?

By: Sphinx Ink

Sphinx Ink — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 19:51:24 +0000

Nola, this series is so beautifully written. Tears are running down my face. I am so touched by your account of your grandmother's death. It is wonderful that everyone was able to be with her in her final hours to tell her good-bye. Perhaps your leaving your scarf behind in the restaurant was your subconscious letting you know it was okay to move past the earlier stages of grief into acceptance. You'll never forget your grandmother. The loss of the scarf symbolizes the whole sequence of events, up to the final loss of the person you loved. And you still have knitting to solace you, in happy and sad times both. Sphinx Ink's last blog post..In Memoriam: Robert Asprin

By: Moondance

Moondance — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 00:47:09 +0000

Thanks for sharing the story. It gives meaning to why you knit. What a roller coaster ride. Moondance's last blog post.."I Don't Think That Word Means What You Think It Means"

By: Sharon

Sharon — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 18:49:16 +0000

You are such a beautiful writer.
I lost my grandmother just over 2 years ago (the first to go out of the 4) and I was a mess. She was the matriarch of that side–she had the big house that we all stayed in during the holidays; she had the tenacity and the grace; she ruled us all. My girlfriend flew to upstate New York to be with my mother and me for the funeral and, aside from the comfort she offered, I was so happy for her to see the house I had spent so much time in. I wish I could see the house again.

By: Xbox4NappyRash

Xbox4NappyRash — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 13:24:54 +0000

From start to finish that was gracefully written. You should be quite proud. Xbox4NappyRash's last blog post..As I sit in a pool of my own estrogen

By: jojo

jojo — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:57:06 +0000

your story...so beautifully told. Brings me back to memories of my mother and the last three weeks of her life in the hospital. Heart-wrenching for sure. Looking back I wish I had someting tangible from that time. Sorry you never got the scarf back. Knitting will always be that "something" for you to hold on to. Thanks for sharing. jojo's last blog post..Gracie is a Lousy Hostess

By: Jane Moneypenny

Jane Moneypenny — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 18:01:27 +0000

I think it's amazing and meaningful you have something tor remember your grandma by. Although you no longer have the scarf, you have knitting and I think that alone is incredibly powerful. Jane Moneypenny's last blog post..Home Sweet Home?

By: Patrice

Patrice — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 17:05:38 +0000

Beautiful story. I wish they'd still had your scarf. At least you will always have the memory. Patrice's last blog post..The police just left my house....

By: Katie

Katie — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 15:35:25 +0000

That was a beautiful story and the fact that the scarf was never recovered just further embitters me towards other people because that's not okay. I'm sorry you lost it the tangible reminder of that time in your life, but it's wonderful that you came away with a new, I don't know, hobby seems like it's not enough but I can't come up with the right word. Beautiful story. Katie's last blog post..Wedding part 6: Reception set up