Tom’s Grandmother died on Wednesday. She was 100 years, one month and one day.
You all would have loved her…she was a knitter.
She gave me all of her straight knitting needles a few years ago. Everytime we went to visit her she’d ask what I was working on. She’d shake her head and say she couldn’t see well enough to knit. Sometimes I’d bring knitting with me just so she could watch me.
Tomorrow is going to be a rough day for Tom and his family. I’ll be there, pink eyes and all, to help him get thru it.
Hug your grandparents for me, ok?