My heart broke yesterday morning. I sat down at my laptop and started reading through my e-mails when I came to one from a dear friend. Her mother had just passed away. I met this friend through knitting. We met at the back table at Knitty City and our friendship developed over the past year as we started talking yarn and fiber, and moved onto our careers and dreams. Her mother had come to stay with her for a month late last year, and I was lucky enough to spend some quality time with her. We talked knitting, shared found projects on ravelry and passed along tips to one another. I had assumed that my friend's mother had taught my friend how to knit. But, I had it wrong. My friend had taught her mother, and she was instantly addicted. She was known to finish lengthy projects in record time, and never a piece for herself. She constantly passed along her beautiful knits to friends' newborns and her daughter.
I feel lucky to have been able to meet her, and even luckier to have been a recipient of one of her knitted gifts.
I will treasure it always.