My daughter, Becky, is learning to knit. Today, she asked me for some needles from her grandmother's knitting supplies. I dumped some things out of the knitting bag that has laid untouched for the past 20 months since the beloved, master knitter died. The needles spilled out like colorful "pick-up-sticks" onto the bed. Here they are against the backdrop of a beautiful sweater that she knitted for me. I miss her so....along with the clicking of her needles as she lovingly made many beautiful things for her family.