A little touch of Esther
Esther is my Grandma. She is my mom’s mom. She was an amazing woman. Not in that she “did” so many things to save the world or make an impact locally or globally, but she was an amazing woman in spirit and strength and kindness. She died from cancer a month before CT was born. I wasn’t able to make the funeral because I was on strict bed-rest. I have always been sad that I wasn’t able to make the trip to say my final good bye to her. I have also always wished she could have spent time with my kids. They would have loved her.
I decided to knit each of my kids a scarf for Christmas this year. I took a great deal of time in finding the yarn that I thought each child would like. As I started knitting PJ’s hot pink,eye-lash, confetti yarn scarf, I realized I didn’t have the right sized needles. I pulled out some old plastic needles my mother had given me which were just the right size. Halfway through the scarf, I was thinking how crazy the very long and very bright yellow the needles were and then it dawned on me…they are my grandma’s.
The realization made me pause. It made me miss her. It made me think of how lucky I am to still have them. It makes me think how lucky PJ is she will get a little bit of both of us for Christmas this year.
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