Sometimes, only knitting gets you through
A couple of weeks ago, my father suffered a massive heart attack. He was on life support for a few days, during which time, family members across the country came to his side. Since he was in ICU, only one or two people at a time could enter the room. And he was given rest in between. So, that left a lot of time spent in a waiting room, with not a lot to do (except chat with long-time-no-see family members. We did a lot of that!)
I heard myself saying, repeatedly, "if all I can do is sit here wringing my hands, then at least they are going to produce something useful and beautiful." It was during this time that I knit a blanket for my soon-to-arrive grandson.
My father passed with his family surrounding him, and a great outpouring of love. And his newest great-grandchild will have a blanket imbued with love for him knit right into it.
"Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years. One season following another, laden with happiness and tears."