In the early 1990s a dear friend of the family’s passed away. He had been in college with my parents and had known me since I was born. When Bob died at a ripe old age, I was disconsolate!
I had recently given up weaving and, continuing to honor my love of the fiber arts, had just begun creating whimsical brooches, hand knitting hardware store wire!
In the middle of my grief, it occurred to me that it might be eased if I made a brooch to honor my grief and love for Bob.
So “Bob’s Gone Fishing” came into being with his blue eyes and big heart, the rancher in coveralls who loved fishing.
My creativity had eased my grief then and over time it had been forgotten. Yet finding this old photo inspired writing this post and in the doing, more than fifteen years later, I find my grief is not gone. Like picking a forgotten scab, it can still bleed.
. . . a reminder that bleeding and healing are part of life and loving.
[ Please click here to see the archive of my knit wire jewelry. ]
photo: Kate Cameron