A very poigniant post, Hila. I was taught how to knit by a friend of my aunt. I forget how I learned to crochet, but it was likely in a similar manner. As it turns out, I share the knitting gene with my grandmother and my great-aunt Eva. They are both gone now, but I think of them often, and I am proud to know that I am carrying on the tradition.
Eva | Homepage | 05.31.05 - 11:40 am | #

Hila;
I understand how y ou feel about thinking your words may be generic, or not hold meaning, but trust me, when I lost my mom last November, it was the simple act of knowing people cared enough to BE there that meant the world to me. Not so much the words they said, but by simply taking time from their lives to reach out to me they surpassed what any words could convey. And by you finding that common ground that connected ALL of you, you made a difference!

HUGS!
Dani
Dani | Homepage | 06.01.05 - 6:55 am | #

Nice post. Our little knitting family is experiencing some big loses of loved ones this summer, and we are knitting our way through it. It is an activity that helps with grief, with the mindless hours of sitting and sharing, and with the feeling of helplessness. Somehow, keeping your hands busy, and seeing something beautiful emerge is a way to get the hope and joy back into your life, and a way to remember (every time you look at, touch, or wear the project) the person who somehow became part of it.
Thank you for posting, and for taking care of Illanna. Hope to meet you soon, Kiki
kiki | Homepage | 06.03.05 - 10:33 pm | #