For Tracey
Chopping onions and peppers tonight and you came to mind.
Unexpectedly.
Just last Monday I rode my horse to the end of the driveway and you drove past.
Unexpectedly.
I waved furiously and our grins met in mutual recognition. I thought, “We will talk about this in a couple of Thursdays” where I expected to see you again at our knitting circle. You on my right, watching over my work, teaching me the elusive “Russian join”, picking up my lost stitches, our needles clicking as companionably as the conversation encircling us. But you left us and this world on Saturday.
Unexpectedly.
I wonder if you liked chopping onions in front of the kitchen window as much as I do? Why does this thought even cross my mind?
Oh my talented knitting friend.
You will forever be the hole in the work, the dropped stitch never to be picked up again, a bright colored marker on the row where I will pause to remember.
The Writing Life of Kimberly Nash 
A very touching remembrance of your friend. I can picture your knitting friends smiling and nodding in agreement with your sentiment. It takes some of the sadness away and I could imagine your friend watching from afar and appreciating the thoughtfulness.
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These words help make it a little better. We all feel her presence. She really touched the whole community. Thank you for this kind and thoughtful comment. Love you
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