My Knitting Life

When a knitter dies…

This post is a tribute to my knitting friend, Jackie, who died at the end of March. I only saw her a handful of times over the last few years since we now live far apart. But once we were close. We taught in the same building, and she was my mentor teacher when I was becoming a licensed teacher. Strange, isn’t it, that someone put us together to be mentor/mentee. I guess we were meant to find each other in the knitting world.

Now her needles are still and silent. There will be no more felted slippers for friends, no more newborn projects for great nieces and nephews, hats for her husband, socks for her son. I am unraveled at the thought of the end of my friend. No more purls; no more stitches.

Sadness