- There is a thread connecting us all as humans. A loop of crochet has me intertwined to many in different and satisfying ways. I am all about crochet. It lays on the coffee table in the living room and drips from the arm of the couch ~ works in progress abound. To-Do projects fill a basket and UFOs wait on my desk.
I learned to crochet 46 years ago and I had been married to Alan for forty eight and a half years when he died on July 1, 2016. We were together when I learned to crochet while serving as Peace Corps volunteers in Honduras, Central America. I learned from the aides who worked with me in the clinic I started in our small village.
Although Alan is no longer with me physically, my crochet cetainly is. I know he is smiling down because he knew how important crochet is for me. He enjoyed seeing me make things and seeing the smiles of others when they received my gifts or admired my creations. He was proud of me for starting the Crochet Guild of America. I know he is smiling down and is glad that my crochet has helped me through these last 6 months.
Not only did Alan and I started a new life in Indianapolis before he died;but I then also entered a new chapter of my life called "widowhood." It may have taken a little courage to leave the home we had lived in for over 30 years, but selling our primary house and downsizing to condos in 2 different Chicagoland neighborhoods was a gradual way to accept our new reality. Moving to be near our grandchildren seemed like the best way to go. Alan had 6 months in our new home; and he knew that I was very happy here and glad to have the comfort of family nearby.
I now have a new house,new friends, new neighbors and new places to explore. One of the finest yarn shops around, Mass Avenue Yarns, is here and a long-time chapter of CGOA as well! I've started a weekly meet-up at Panera and I am crocheting non-stop. I still have fantastic support from Hospice and a woman much wiser than me explained that during the bereavement process, 6-months is a pivotal time. Much of the flurry of activity, including boring mandatory paperwork and errands, has slowed down. At this point, one's mind pays more attention to the new reality and lonliness begins to set in. I've been feeling lonely for a few weeks, and it was good to be able to talk it out. I keep busy; I don't dwell on what could have been. I check in with Alan most days and I remind myself to remember the positive and fun memories.Shown here are some components I have finished. I don't know where it will lead me
Throughout my bereavement process, I have been slowly creating a tribute to Alan using found objects from his journey and crochet. Shown here are some of the completed components. I don't know where it will lead me and that is okay. I do know Alan's loving spirit is guiding me every day!
If you have found crochet to be comforting or therapeutic during chllenges times, I would love to hear your story. Please share her in the comments.