Socks 2015.5 – Missing

A friend from our knitting group died last week. She had been quite ill and, in the weeks leading up to her passing, we tried to have knitting at her house more often.  She gave me a sock book. I am knitting these socks and thinking of her and of my other friends who knew her better and longer.  My heart hurts,  but theirs are broken. I knit and pray, knit and love, knit and knit.

We will gather this weekend to celebrate her life and soon we will gather with the spinners to celebrate again. There is a trip to Rhinebeck in the making. My friend is much loved and much missed.