Last Tuesday my MIL suffered a massive stroke and passed away on Friday. In the summer, we live on an island in Georgian Bay – our cottage is next door to my inlaws and we are as you can imagine very close. While my husband and his sister stayed with their dad and kept vigil over her, I was here with my children and we are all heartbroken. This shawl kept my fingers busy and we watched episodes of Gilmour Girls to distract our minds. My daughter insisted I try to finish it when I didn’t think I would make the deadline of today for posting. I have no blocking supplies up here, but she said that Grandma would have wanted me to finish it to the best of my ability. She would have too, she’s the one who taught me to knit.
A good friend who had been visiting only the weekend before posted a sunset picture of the bay on FaceBook and really said it best. “Goodnight, Beautiful Bridget.”
a lovely tribute…and what a legacy she left to you—the gift of knitting for you to also pass along.