15 years ago, I wanted to learn how to knit so I would have something to connect me to my grandmother. She taught me how to knit my first pair of socks and knitting became our constant conversation topic. Whenever I'd visit my grandparents, I'd take my knitting with me, and I showed her new things I had knit and new yarn I had bought.
My grandmother died on the 25th of March. She lived to be 93.
I want nothing but to sit and knit now so I can feel close to her. As if the stitches I knit connect us through the Great Beyond.
















