I just learned of an instance where I didn’t expect it, and did not see it coming.
The anniversary of my mom’s death was last week. It didn’t go unnoticed then… I just don’t like to get overly sentimental here. Between remembering a few specifics about her and current events, I found a way to honor her that she would have liked.
Were he still alive, my father would have turned 91 last month. I’ve spent a fair bit of time lately thinking about him and his influence on me, especially from my childhood. Allow me to explain what must seem like a paradox in the title.
One of my favorite activities, especially in winter, is knitting. In addition to getting a usable item out of it, knitting provides lots of time for thinking… and I do enjoy observing what comes up from the depths.