The family gathered in grief and shock at the sudden passing of my 41-year-old brother. My aunts and uncles arrived from various corners of the country to blanket us in their care. In the midst of handling the details and making sure everyone had what they needed to cope, we still managed a family project.
A lucet, whispered to my aunt as a potential Christmas gift for her finger-knitting granddaughter. Somehow, the bone one she bought just wasn’t cutting it. From my memory to her hand-drawn template, recycled wood became a beautiful tool in the hands of my father and uncles.
It is a true comfort to use, keeping hands occupied when the mind wants to wander back in time, and cannot meet the demands of a knitting pattern. I miss you, Stu.