The last 3 days have been a stress filled, sleepless expensive nightmare. My Nana died Tuesday morning after 86 years of being awesome. I received the call from my brother while I was at work, knowing something was wrong called him back. That's when he told me, and the heartaches began.
My Nana is the person I remember knitting. She's the reason I knit and love it so much. In my own little way it's my way of being close to her. Sharing the joy or creating that she loved so much. In recent years with declining health she hasn't been able to knit and I'm my own small way I feel like I'm continuing her legacy.
I have wonderful childhood memories of warm wool socks and cabled mittens. I definitly did not appreciate them at the time but as I got older and learned what it takes to create them I am so luck to have had a Nana or anyone to take the time to make things for me because she loved me.
My heart is heavy with all the "Never Agains" and I wish I had made more of an efforts. I am very grateful for every Christmas visit, every summer they spent with us. All the time we had I am very lucky to have had that time.
As I write this on my iPhone, waiting on my lay over,(crying like a crazy person) I can't help but have a little bit of joy for the amazing life my Nana lived. She taught me a lot, made me laugh and was always so loving.
Goodbye Nana I love you very much and you will be missed very much.
Please excuse my poor-er than usual grammar.
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