I got my winter hats out this morning. My three favorites cover my ears and feel light and warm., the kind of comfort that should suffice to make them favorites. But it is their message that put them firmly in the favorites category.
First, there is red hat that my mom wore into her one hundred first year, right up to the time when she stopped going outside. I can picture her in that little red hat, aided by her walker, picking up trash along the road on a fall day in 2010.
The next hat is the Grateful hat that my cousin sent me. I’m reminded of my mom’s last words, “Very Grateful,” and hopefully never to forget to be grateful and to express it.
The third hat is the pink hat given to me at the Woman’s March in D.C. last January. It was knit by a woman who couldn’t make it to the march but who wanted to be there in spirit. I’m reminded of the list of the women’s (and a few men’s) names I took with me that day. These women are with me today as hearts break open and truth is bursts forth. No explanation needed.
First, there is red hat that my mom wore into her one hundred first year, right up to the time when she stopped going outside. I can picture her in that little red hat, aided by her walker, picking up trash along the road on a fall day in 2010.
The next hat is the Grateful hat that my cousin sent me. I’m reminded of my mom’s last words, “Very Grateful,” and hopefully never to forget to be grateful and to express it.
The third hat is the pink hat given to me at the Woman’s March in D.C. last January. It was knit by a woman who couldn’t make it to the march but who wanted to be there in spirit. I’m reminded of the list of the women’s (and a few men’s) names I took with me that day. These women are with me today as hearts break open and truth is bursts forth. No explanation needed.
