I will remember my friend every time I look at the wheel.

It’s a beautiful sweater. It’s good you are finally enjoying it. :)

Thank you.

Thank you.

goodbye. To tell her what she meant to me. I miss my friend.

couldn’t go, so I was going to get her a little plush sheep or something cute. She went downhill fast, faster than I thought was going. Her last text to me was about her joking that she was sleeping a lot and didn’t have much time for visiting. I wish I had one more chance to go see her, to say

out what it was, til she did. Less than 6 months ago, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. This past Wednesday, early in the morning, Diane lost her battle. What was shocking was that we had been texting each other. Planning on going to the upcoming Fiberfest in Raleigh. I had realized that she

became friends) to talk and knit. She rescued day old kittens and raised them until I adopted one of them. She laughed at my jokes, and supported me through some health scares with my husband. All along, she would sometimes complain of abdominal pain, but was unable to find the right doctor to find

When the owners announced they were closing the shop, I invited Diane to the knit group I went to weekly at the library. We became friends after that, with a few WWKIP Days under our belt, yarn festival visits, and get togethers at coffee shops (then it became breweries where our husbands knit and