Up until the last year of her life, Mom would faithfully go to the meetings every Monday afternoon. Someone would pick her up, and although she always took the bag with her, toward the end, she didn’t do much knitting. To celebrate her 100th birthday her knitting group friends planted a tree at her assisted living facility. They loved her just sitting there smiling while they knit away.
I’m not certain what I’ll do with the bag. Maybe it will stay by my chair to offer silence, solitude and simplicity. After all, that’s what Mom always gave me. Along with the unfinished owl sweater (including needles, instructions and tape measure) is a folded obituary of one of the sewing group members. She was young, only 79, when she died. Mom had 22 more years being with her knitting friends every Monday.