We had organised a day off work today to go visit my dad but he died yesterday afternoon.
I’d been wishing I’d taken some knitting with me when we visited last week, something comforting to do while he was sleeping, and something to show him when he was awake. He couldn’t talk much but he could show what he thought and I thought he’d be happy. I’d planned to take my sock along today.
So today, even though it wasn’t nearly cold enough, I put on my warm cable jumper and rode the tram in to Morris & Sons, to browse the lovely yarns, and to buy a beautiful blue skein of yarn for a small project I’ve been thinking about over the past few weeks.
And then I came home and sat on the back step in the sunshine and thought about my dad and knitted my sock.