The day after I made my last post, my uncle died.
It was a sudden onset of something that was serious, but should have been survivable.
So, now my close blood relations are down to three bachelor uncles in their late 50s to mid 60s. Go watch the movie Secondhand Lions and you’ll get a flavor of these guys. I do adore them for all their quirkiness, and I hope it’s a very long time before I have to say goodbye to another one of them. Two deaths in less than two years has left me rather broken.
But, cracked up and all, life goes on. I’m trying to take a lesson from this and live life like there are no guarantees because that’s exactly how it is. Ragged and I will be heading to a local fiber festival soon. This year, it’s not so much about the yarn as it is about the experience. I still haven’t bought any yarn in 2014. I know that will change with this festival (I mean, c’mon, it’s Briar Rose.), but it is more about getting to spend time with my friend (our other partner in crime is unable to attend for very, very happy reasons), see people I only get to see once or maybe twice a year, and just be among people that get me. I can’t describe being in a crowd of people that may not be exactly like you, but at least in one way, understand you perfectly.
In this area, that’s pretty rare.