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I am sorry for the lack of updating. Some of you may know that my father passed away on Monday morning, April 17. My brother spoke at the service on April 20th, and has posted the entirety of his eulogy on his blog. I highly recommend that you read it. He has a way with words.
I spent the 17th through the 27th with my family and took a respite from the blog. I did a lot of different things, although not a lot of knitting. Over the next week or so I'll talk about some of it. I must confess that the yarn diet was broken through a couple of trips to Sew Krazy in downtown Wooster. I'll have some good things to show you, too.
I've decided that for now, each time I post I want to leave a memory of my dad, both as a way for me to continue grieving, and for you to get to know how crazy and unique he was.
Once when we were younger (I might have been in fifth or sixth grade), we were having cookies for dessert one night after dinner. Mom had said we'd had enough, but Dad let both my brother and I have one more cookie each. Then he stood next to the table and said that he thought it was really sad that all we'd ever remember about him was that he was the mean one. He figured we'd just remember when he yelled at us and when he spanked us and when he got frustrated with all the noise we made. He thought for sure we'd never remember all the times when he gave us the extra cookie. But I remember, Dad. And thanks.
