Rita is a woman that discovered this blog while touring the vast world wide web. She contacted me this week to tell me, and Close Knit readers, about her experience coping with grief and depression after the loss of her daughter.
I have played around with crochet for many years but, I never gave it enough time to be any good at it. July 22 2008 my daughter my boo died she was 31 years old my grief and anguish were unbearable I stayed in my bedroom for a year~ alone I isolated I wanted nothing to do with the outside world that managed to go on without my daughter when I could not. So I picked up my crocheting again I would sit for hours just crocheting.. to others this looked like an obsession to me it was therapy ..I was so depressed I did not leave my home.. I ordered everything I needed on-line. For every stitch I made there was a tear yet somehow crocheting soothed my soul my heart Its over three years later now since Boo died I still crochet and when life becomes unbearable I pick up my hook and soon my pain is lessened there will always be a part of me that my daughter took with her and my heart still cries for her.
|Judi Rebecca (My Boo) June 19 1977 - July 22 2008|