my fingers remembered the stitches...

my great grandma is someone very special to me

she died - not recently

she was strong and italian and stubborn

and talented and loving and loved

and missed

the year i went to college she told me that if i ever needed her

all i had to do was to look to the moon, and speak to her and she'd hear me

that should sound crazy 

it didn't.

tonight i sat down to "practice" knitting

i have been trying to teach myself to knit for a few weeks now

i've made carter a few ugly neck sock things... (don't ask...)

tonight i sat down to "practice" knitting

and my fingers remembered something they've never done successfully

the stitches are beautiful -

good tension

correct counts

there is no moon tonight -

but great grandma was here

maybe that sounds crazy

but it isn't.