I'm Taking A Break

I finished Mom's socks the night before she died. I was going to bring them to her on Friday. Instead when the call came I rushed out without taking them. It wouldn't have mattered, by the time I got to hospital she was already in a coma.

I have to take a break, my son and family are coming for the funeral and I get to meet my new grandaughter, baby Elli. It is the only bright part of my being right now.

I'll be back and thank you for all your kind comments...ciao, Rositta

Hertha Lucie Helene Gross - January 14, 1923 - May 12, 2007

Early this morning, my beloved Mother died in my arms. It was not supposed to happen, she was on the road to recovery from a stroke and pace maker surgery.

She had another stroke Friday morning and could simply not recover from it. We let her go in peace to join my Father, who died May 6, 2000. I think he was calling for her.

She leaves behind a very sad and heartbroken daughter (me), son-in-law Steve, grandson Teddy, great grandsons Justin, Bradyn and Cassidy and great grandaughter Elliotte Rositta Anne.

Go in peace Mom, we love you.

Almost Finished

I am having so much trouble finishing something right now. I have been working on these socks since May 4th and they are still not done.

I had to first sock three quarters finished the day I took my Mom to emergency, but from there on in it slowed down. Even though I spent hours at the hospital I just didn't seem able to knit, there was always something to do or someone to talk to.

I hope to get them finished in the next couple of days. They are not for me, they are for my Mom when she gets up and starts walking. I hope that will be soon.

An Amazing Surprise

Some time ago I entered a fellow bloggers contest and won. Not that I had to do anything mind you, it was a computer generated win, but hey, a win is a win. The prize was one or two skeins of Angora I believe and she was giving them away because she is allergic to that type of yarn. The poor young woman first put the package in the mail and it was returned to her. You see, I live in Canada and Americans need to do a customs form to send stuff abroad. On her second try, the package somehow went astray and is probably lying somewhere lonely in the bottom bowels of Canada Post never to see the light of day again.

I told Helena not to worry about it, just the idea that I had actually won something was good enough, I didn't want her to go to any more expense on my behalf. But she wasn't having any of it, a contest won means you get a prize.

Today when I returned from the hospital where I had been severely berated by both the head nurse and the physio people for "being too intense" I found this on my doorstep.



As you can see there is more than a skein of Angora here. There is some gorgeous yarn for socks, a book I will thoroughly enjoy, three bars of wonderful natural soap, lots of stitch markers and a personal card.



I am overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity of this friend, who I have never met, who made me cry and smile at the same time. This is the second time that I have received something kind from a fellow blogger.

I wonder if Helena will still like me when she finds out I booed the New Jersey Nets last night and cheered big time for the Raptors (that's basketball) and have every intention of doing the same on Friday night. Go Raptors Go, and thank you Helena.