1,2,3,...9,10,11...
Click, click, click, click...
1,2,3,...18,19,20...
Click, click, click, click...
The slow and rhythmic clicking of the knitting needles serves only to accentuate the ragged and intermittent breathing that signals life on this earth is making its curtain call. Row upon row of stitches marks time as surely as the counting of each shallow breath.
The gift of knitting lessons continues to bless. Hands are kept busy as the mind swirls about, ever conscious of the need to wait for the next breath, wondering when He'll finally beckon her Home.
Knitting, thinking, praying, counting...knitting, thinking, praying, counting...the rhythms of life ~ and death ~ that have become so familiar these days...too familiar.
What a comfort that scarf will be, though! The constant reminder of a prayerful vigil at the side of one loved so deeply...the one from whom this "crafting gene" descended.
Her body so frail, her ability to talk now gone, but her will to live not yet extinguished! She always was a feisty one and each hard-fought breath proves it!
We love you, Granny! Pop is waiting...
Oh, Barb. What a powerful word picture. Praying for you and your granny, sweet friend.
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Michele WV
Oh Barb...I am so sorry, but I have been there and know how powerful it is to just BE THERE for someone you love as they die. Praying for you as you are present with your grandmother in such a sacred time.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry, Barb. Praying for you all.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry sweet friend. Praying!
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Leslie
You and your family are in my prayers! My Grandmother passed two weeks ago. It is pure comfort knowing she is with the Lord aka Papa. :) Much Love!
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for the pain you've endured already in this brief year, but so thankful for how God is using you. And I'm grateful for these precious moments you're sharing alongside your granny. Praying for you and sending my love, friend...
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