Sunday, October 5, 2008

knitting as soul soothing


Today my son Camilo is 24 years old. Today we went to a wake to say goodbye to his friend, Josh, who was killed in a shooting in the U Street neighborhood of Washington DC last Sunday. Josh was a tall, 22 year old, handsome, goofy, loyal friend, and Camilo had known him since they were in second grade. For the past few years, he had been living with his father in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, where he will be buried. But he came back often to see his mother and sister, and of course, his friends.
After an hour overwrought with emotion, I went to the car to wait for my son, so he could be with his friends. I had my knitting with me, and once again discovered the comfort that knitting brings.
Josh, que descanses en paz.

2 comments:

knitredsox said...

The tough part of growing up... I'm sure your son found comfort in knowing that you were there for him.

It is amazing how profoundly and positively the craft impacts our lives.

Hugs to you and your son.

Barbara deG said...

Thank you for your sentiments.