. . . I knit socks!
My father and I have had a rocky, on again-off again (mostly "off again") relationship for the past 20 years or so. I haven't seen him in nearly a decade and we've only spoken over the phone a handful of times in the past few years.
Yesterday I awoke to the surprising news he was having a heart transplant that day.
I'm very thankful to have had the opportunity to tell him I love him before he went into surgery.
Needless to say what was happening with him several hundred miles away preoccupied my mind all day. Thankfully I had my knitting to distract and calm me. I had the cuff and half the leg finished before the phone call...I did the rest while waiting to hear how the surgery went.
[It seems to be going well thus far. Surgery was successful. The new heart started right away.]
(Thank Goodness For Knitting!]