One by one

Marguerite put an arm around me tonight and reminded me that mourning doesn’t all come at once–and that therefore the knitting doesn’t all have to be finished at once, either.

Don’t ask me why, (the Brian we remember is in that link) but somehow I’d forgotten that.

One stitch, together with one stitch, then one more at a time, time after time, to hold them in love till the end of time.