Thanks

Thank you to all that sent us your good thoughts. We're working our way through the grieving process. 

One of the things that struck me is how much more colorful one little black and white kitty could make our world.

No one appreciated mom's knitting in all its stages like Jack. 

He loved that I would run string right in front of him then have the audacity to say the yarn was not for Jack to bite. He loved tucking himself into half finished sweaters or having shawls in progress draped over him. He loved having second socks being measured on first socks that were dropped on top of him. He loved Mom's warm lap being there for him at naptime. He loved cup cosies that could be used as cat hats. He loved batting at a spinning spindle.

Jack loved life and we were blessed to share it with him. One of these days I will tell you his story, but today I have some knitting that needs my attention. If I am lucky it will have a Jack hair or two on it.