Last November, while I was sitting next to Mom’s bed in her hospice room, I often wrapped a long, soft and comfy prayer shawl around my shoulders. I had found it on Mom’s chair at home, and I brought it to hospice to comfort her. In the end, it comforted me during those long hours.
After Mom’s funeral, I found a different prayer shawl in her room, and asked my Dad if I could bring it home with me. It has a triangular shape, and is knitted from soft, fuchsia yarn. Dad didn’t know who had knitted it, but I brought it home with me anyway. Having it draped over my shoulders reminds me of Mom.
As I’ve held the fuchsia prayer shawl, I’ve wondered: Who made this for Mom? Did they say prayers for Mom as they were knitting it?
Mom wasn’t a lifelong knitter; she learned how to knit as a teenager, and she took up knitting again only in the last few years of her life. She would knit small, warm hats to give to preemies in the hospital. She knit prayer shawls to give to women who needed comfort. While knitting a prayer shawl, Mom would say prayers for the special person the shawl would go to.
Somehow, when when we were visiting my Dad for Christmas, I got it into my head that I wanted to learn how to knit. It would be a special connection to Mom. So I asked Dad if I could bring her knitting things to my house.
I signed up for a knitting class at the library. It was a one-night class; not a big commitment. But the class was full. I was eighth on the waiting list, so I assumed I would never get in.
The day of the class, a librarian called. There was room for me to come! I opened Mom’s knitting bag, and searched for the supplies that I needed.
As I was looking through her yarn, I spotted a small ball of soft, fuchsia yarn.
It didn’t dawn on me for a few minutes…then I realized…Mom must have knit the fuchsia prayer shawl!
(to be continued…)