Socks and Mortality
I am knitting Footlets with the Lakeshore
Knitpicks Sockyarn.
Yesterday:
Pondered what to do with old single socks.
Felt twinge of pain around my heart.
Realized I am emotionally connected to each sock I knit no matter how long ago.
Recalled how I wanted to turn a heel on my bucket list.
Rationalized that single socks in drawer are no longer a pair.
Contemplated keeping all single socks.
Imagined those socks in my casket someday.
Imagined family/friends shaking their heads and rolling their eyes instead of Kneeling prayerfully beside me.
Felt icky thinking about death.
Made decision to think only about
sock death.
Also realized they cover your feet up in that casket.
Imagined socks in my hands instead of a rosary.
Made second decision to get off the coffin
topic!
Made mental note that Huck's ashes are going in that casket someday, hopefully a long long day from now.
Realized socks and Huck will be great companions along the journey to Heaven.
Decided to toss the single socks ......
Unable to do it.
Cut little hearts out of the felted single socks...
Planned to put them on packages for decor.
Decided this post was a direct result of Allison sending me a picture of her patient's tattoo:
a huge Herse
with the inscription:
Don't ever laugh when a herse goes by....
Recalled her patient was thrilled that Al knew the song and Al gave me all the credit.
Pondered: If the Long Island Medium ever comes to my family after my death, she will be really confused....
"Socks, was there something about socks?
I'm seeing beautiful socks..."
Comments
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Blessings, Debbie
Hugs,
Meredith
I never thought of asking my family to cover me in my handknits before shoving me in the oven. It's a thought.
Who cares about mismatched socks - wear them and laugh at life! Dust your furniture with them, put them on the legs of furniture - use them and enjoy!
Though I had to laugh abt putting the socks in the casket. I've just recently had this conversation with a few ppl. A dear friend's dad passed away in Nov and we were helping her plan the funeral, the wake afterward, the food before, etc. I've already said that I dont want to be at my own funeral. Once I die I want to be cremated in the cheapest way possible!!! If I could I'd bring my own box! Then have a memorial talk abt all the lovely things I've done in my life. Afterward have a party!! Celebrate life!
A friend then asked me if I wanted flowers at my funeral. I said that was up to them. Whatever they wanted or needed worked for me. Another friend said she wasnt getting me flowers, she was bringing a bouquet of yarn!!! LOVE that idea!
Im commenting late on your comment. THanks for the permission to wear mismatched socks and look cool.......
by the time I do it , it won't be the fad anymore