I cannot imagine the loneliness that is in a widow's heart.
Oma knows her Heinz is gone and grieves profoundly, but in just a short time has forgotten the details of his death and struggles to remember that we even had funeral or that it was a beautiful celebration of a life well lived.
So I sit with her working my needles answering the repetitive questions, feebly attempting to calm her frustration of memory lapse.
|I have always wanted to knit a circular shawl. Here goes!|
I have learned to steer the conversation to the past. Stories of their courtship, of her life as a little girl....she and her sisters used to knit at night around the kitchen table listening to the radio....
I listen and work.
|Beekman sleeves completed to the bust line and ready to be attached. My self imposed deadline for this one is March 1st.|
Not looking to good.
Oma is encouraging of my efforts. Asking every few stitches to see what I am knitting.
and telling me that she and her sisters used to knit....
I never grow tired of hearing that particular story.
|Socks for a family of friends finished a few weeks ago. Oma loves these. I should make her a pair.|
How I wish her tired and bent hands could pick up the needles now.