Monday, March 05, 2007

The Comfort Shawl




When I wrote about making my Noro Silk Graden Shawl last year, I had no idea at that time of the purpose of it beyond just wearing something that I like and that feels good and looks good. But, last week it had a new significance and purpose. In the days preceeding my Mother's death last week, her family kept watch around her bid and ministered to her. We kept her warm and tended to the needs that she had. I touched her face and head and realized that it was cool. I took off my shawl and gently tucked it round her head and shoulders. The shawl was perfect as it was lightweight, soft, and just the right shape to encircle her head so gently. Nurses would come in and see her laying there encircled with a bright purple/blues scarf and smile. Her doctor came in to tell us he believe she would pass that day. Then, he said "she looks so cute in that." I am sure her image was memorable to everyone who came in to her room and saw her during those final days. You never know when you knit something that it just might have a purpose you never realized as you were knitting.


Today, as I anticipate her viewing and funeral this week, I am beginning to knit a lovely pair of slippers to put on her feet. While my shawl kept her warm when she was living, the slippers will warm her feet for eternity. I am honored today to begin to make my mother's final pair of slippers for her journey home.

5 comments:

Riggwelter said...

Sorry to hear of your loss, that shawl is beautiful, as the slippers will be too.

Knitting Maude said...

I'm so sorry to hear about you mom's passing. You're being thought of here. That's such a beautiful shawl. The slippers will be beautiful too.

lorinda said...

I'm deeply sorry for your loss. How lovely that your knitting has been a comfort, both to your mother and you. Thinking of you.

mjm knitting said...

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family during this difficult time. I think the slippers are a wonderful idea.

Sally said...

I am so sorry to hear of your mother's passing. My mother passed away last May at the age of 59. While she was sick, I made her two ponchos that she wore every day. I know that your knitting comforted your mother in more ways than one. Remember the good times.