knitting mixed with bits of whatever comes to mind.
Friday, November 02, 2007
the holes change shapes
today is diadelosmuertos, or day of the dead. 14 years ago, while vacationing with my sister, my cute husband called to tell us our father had died. the bottom fell out. pop and my sister were very close so for her not to be with him when he died was awful for her. but we got through it. my boss back then, who had lost quite a few family members in a short period of time, told me that sometimes the black holes would be very small and i could maneuver around them and sometimes the black holes would swallow me up. and i feel that way to this day.
and so on this diadelosmuertos, i light a candle for my pop in hope that he sees its light and knows that i miss him.