A friend’s husband died. He was a good man. It happened over three thousand miles away so I wasn’t able to hug her, hold her hand or wipe away a tear. I started to think of my own loved ones that died too young. I needed to do something for my friend. I picked up my needles and knit all weekend.
Tags: death
October 16, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Sorry to hear about your friend’s husband. When you hadn’t blogged for several days I was afraid something may have happened to you or family.
October 16, 2009 at 7:40 pm
Sorry to hear about your friend’s husband.