Insubordiknit

Family socks

It is on this morning, the day after a terrible, tragic accident that cruely ended something so full of promise and life, that I feel so strongly oriented towards my family. Last night I got the phone call with the news I could sense with the first muttered note. With hand over mouth I mumbled things not even worthy of being said the first time, things incoherent and meaningless. How stupid. How wasteful. Life doesn't know what it's missing. Stupid life. And beautiful. I put down my big, long projects and picked up something small, something less time between beginning and end but with a purpose and use. They match my favorite new shoes that my folks bought me a few weeks back. Fifty percent, meeting in the middle, like a family, with darkness all around. I don't know why that seems relevant. My own family hums in my ear and I weep for a family out there that's one light less.

This morning I wear my family socks, my family shoes and I hold my own boy in my lap, with the sun coming up, thankful...and sad...and joyous.