You could say that I’ve learned my lesson. Just post. Don’t pause.
Today I knitted hats.
Three while bingeing on Netflix.
Seven shows, bulky yarn, and Hallmark informing me of life choices.
I’ll do scarves next. Scarves for soldiers and orphans and homeless.
I am contributing; I am useful.
While casting on for the fourth scarf, Danielle appears. Her brown eyes are so soulfully his that I look away.
She seizes my knitting, gently puts it aside so stitches don’t fall from the needles.
“We all loved him.”
I immediately hate: “loved.” Tears well.
She grabs my hands between her own and kisses my knuckles. “He’d want you to go on.”
Sascha Darlington 3/30/2018