When I returned home from Ireland, the very next day my Grandmother died. She had suffered from pancreatic cancer not the 6-8 wks the Dr said she would have, but 8 months. While it was a relief, it has left a hole. The last 3 months we have had in our lives 13 deaths, and as I sat at the hospital listening to a man barely breathing, the 14th death is eminent.
With all the small achievements, published magazine articles, knitting patterns and the progress on both book 1 and book 2, there have been days where I can't even pick up knitting needles and days I could not set them down.
Thank you for all you kind emails, messages, and the response to the article on the knitters of Sobibor's concentration camp. I have loved hearing the stories of who you are remembering. Otto Frank's wife, holocaust survivors and liberators, and the USO girls whose feet once danced across the stage for morale and now rarely touch the floor any more.
I am honored and overwhelmed by who you are knittingfor these socks I designed.