Once a month,
Usually on a Thursday morning...
My 93 year old parents would eat their breakfast
and then head for the hospital...
Dad...to the coumadin clinic
to get his blood checked...
And mama...to the maternity ward...
To deliver more knitted hats.
You see, mama loved to
knit sweet little hats
for all the newborn babies...
And even at 93 years old...
she could finish a hat a day
most days...
Two weeks ago today...
after a brief illness...
Mama went home to be with the Lord...
Perhaps...at another time...
I will write more about this incredible lady...
whose smile lit up my whole world...
But for now...the hurt is too close...
Dad gave me mama's knitting bag...
The one I had made for her years ago...
Inside was the last infant hat she was working on...
So...how could I not honor this amazing woman
who taught me so much...
except to pick up her stitches
and carry on her tradition...
"Her children arise up, and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously,
but thou excellest them all..."
Proverbs 31: 28-29
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