For bookclub this month, I'm reading Unforgettable, Scott Simon's story of his mother, a former showgirl and all around bonne vivante, as she succumbed to cancer at 84. Simon opens by saying that death is the reason for life. It's why we do what we do. Death is why societies construct monuments and make art. It's why couples have children, and it's why we struggle to build something that will endure after we are gone. It's because our time on earth is finite that we feel compelled to create.
At some level, I guess it's why many of us knit. Unlike so much of what we do, knitting is proof of our time spent. It's a tangible representation of who we are, what we do, and what we care about. A lovely young woman, Tanya, who had been part of the Crazy for Ewe community, passed away last month. Her memorial service was Saturday, and several of us who had known Tanya went to pay our respects to her family. When we walked in, there was a display of all these beautiful things Tanya had knit. Many of them had been knitted for the people in the room, and I'm sure it was a special comfort for them to have those items. Tanya, like all knitters, put her heart into each stitch. The shawls, socks, and scarves are physical reminders of Tanya, her love of the craft, and her love for each person for whom she knit.
Knitting is a tangible expression of love. To knit for another is to offer them a piece of yourself, and to receive such a gift is to be truly blessed.
Here are some of my favorite memories of Tanya