Feb 12 2010
if only you knew.
Sometimes, when you have an internet business and are not dealing with folks face to face and you’re faced with notes of frustration and or questions about things in your inbox, it’s easy to sit here and think ‘if only they knew what was going on at my end, whatever they’re dealing with wouldn’t be quite so important.’ Or, they would realize I can’t just drop what I have going on here to dye up a few skeins of yarn in short order. And then, I remind myself, I don’t have a clue what’s going on at their end, either, so maybe whatever has frustrated them is really just the icing on the cake. So, deep breath, smile at the monitor and type as positively as possible, hoping to alleviate.
We all have our days and nights which get the best of us. And, those of us with online businesses sometimes do not have the same luxury of outpourings about personal frustrations and happenings as folks who just hang out online. Or, at least, I don’t feel like I should be sharing every detail about my personal life with clients and customers. Maybe that’s just how I am.
However, this last week has been one of extremes. So rather than sit here thinking, ‘If only they knew…’, I’m going to share, so you do know.
Just over a week ago, my father passed away in the wee hours on February 4th. Aside from getting the news in that sleepy, just-awoken state at 3 am, it was also an extra shock to my system because he was intended to be coming home on or about the 6th. He was recovering from heart surgery which had gone well. All systems were pointing to success. I was very much looking forward to him being home because my own health issues had kept me from being with him in the hospital. But, for whatever reason, reasons even the surgeon couldn’t define or figure out, his heart stopped abruptly, never to beat again, even after intervention and trying additional pacemakers. Medically, it’s a mystery.
But, as I’ve mentioned several times over to people attending his visitation and funeral, and to steady my own deep sadness and anger and frustration, we do not get to choose the moment when we go. I tell myself and others, it was his time.
My father and I were close. We were also neighbours who lived across the street from each other. We saw eye to eye on nearly everything (politics aside) and just generally enjoyed each other’s company. We helped each other with projects and talked each other through frustrations and worked out problems together.
The day after my father’s death, I developed some sort of staph infection (source unknown) in my right hand and arm, adding more physical pain to my already broken emotional self.
It’s going to take a long time to heal. I am working my way through grieving and helping my boys through it, as well. The infection is healing, too. I am thankful it didn’t become systemic.
Life for those of us left behind does go on, as best as possible.
I also have the advantage of having gone through the grieving process before when my mom passed away ten years ago, so I know what to expect and hopefully how to ride it through. My husband has been the rock through everything and his support and take-hold approach have been incredible. I also have the support of many family members and friends. I will manage.
And I have my knitting. I am ever thankful during times like these I am a knitter.
At the other end of the scale, I am being favoured with what has become known as ‘the Harlot effect’. Stephanie chose to knit one of my sock patterns and blogged about how much she enjoyed it. It has been an eye-opening experience. Knowing those socks are going to grace thousands of feet on the planet just blows me away.
Watching all the orders flowing through my inbox through tears has been ever surreal.
But, I do want to say thank you. And I hope folks enjoy knitting them as much as I did.
And, being opportunistic, I decided to take advantage of the few extra dollars floating about and purchased a new LCD TV for my family. We are sports fans in this house and a new TV will make the experience more enjoyable.
I also think it’s going to be rather therapeutic.
Especially, since the 2010 Winter Olympics are nearly here.

You know who I will be cheering on.





























































