The hearts are extremely satisfying to knit. I did a few with Noro Kureyon, the colorway varies from Red to Dark Green to purple. It was perfect for what I was feeling. I did some more with Rowan Chunky Print (sadly discontinued), some others with Reynolds Blizzard. I have a bunch of other yarn set aside and I’ll be knitting all week.
Rob and I decided Friday morning that we needed to be in Boston this weekend for Baby G’s service. We drove the 6 hours Friday afternoon, arriving late at the Obsession House. Sophia was a champion traveler the entire weekend. We spent Saturday with Kristine, Arthur, N, their family and friends. There was a mass, burial, and gathering at a family member’s house. It was incredibly healing and I am so glad we went. We spent the rest of our time with Alan, Jess and N. Sunday came too quickly. Kristine, Arthur and N joined us for an afternoon of football, stories, pictures, and some even a bit of laughter. I feel quite a bit better after this weekend. I still am angry, pissed, and confused about the why. But, I know that there is meaning somewhere and we just have to be patient for it to reveal itself. Kristine and Arthur are hanging in there. I think it was good for them to spend the time with people that love them. They have a long road to haul. They did a beautiful job with the service and have shared so much of themselves through all of this.
We talked and talked on Sunday. Kristine shared and Arthur shared and we wondered why it all happened. At the end of our conversation the only thing I could conclude was - It was just stupid. The whole thing stupid. The loss of a child - stupid. The fact that we all had to have these conversations - stupid. All of it - stupid.
And you know what? I felt better after that…calling it all stupid helped. Because that’s what it is. There just are no two ways about it. It’s stupid.
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I love the hearts. They’re cute and sweet and perfect.
And yes, just stupid. That sums up any tragedy without reason that renders us all helpless in the face of it. You get pissed and indignant and try to find reasons that just aren’t there. I couldn’t respond before because I couldn’t find words. But really, you nailed it. Just plain stupid. Love from north of boston.
Completely right. Stupid.
hearts are beautiful! i’m glad you, rob, and s were able to spend time with your loved ones during their time of need… it sounds as if it was healing.
I’m glad you all found some healing being together this weekend. And there’s nothing stupid about that.
I never thought of it that way… we have had our share of losses and I have always had to believe that some things don’t happen for a reason: they just happen. If I tried to assign reason or rhyme to them, I’d never be satisfied. I love the hearts… a very special way to remember their child.
The hearts are wonderfully sweet, and it looks like good meditation to knit them up.
I know what you mean–you wish you could make it mean something somehow, but it’s just stupid and a waste. And, trying to turn it into something other than stupid just makes it worse.
I’m glad you were able to be with your friends this weekend. LOVE!
This post couldn’t have come at a better time for me. I know what you mean completely- I’ve been dealing with my own stupid tragedy these past two weeks, and in some ways it’s better, and in some ways, it’s just as bad as when I found out. And it’s a stupid tragedy too. A friend of mine had a double lung transplant in May, after years of disease made it so he only had 14% lung function. We all rejoiced, that his pain was done and he could finally finally live his life. He got five months of life, before dying in a car accident on I-95. Like his fiance said, he survived 14% lung function, killer infections, and a double lung transplant, to die in a horrible crash- where’s the sense? It’s stupid.
So I can understand that kind of pain, that kind of grief. No matter which way you put the puzzle pieces, they don’t fit.
sorry to hear about your loss. the hearts are lovely~