A couple of weeks ago, I learned that my sessions with my bereavement therapist would be coming to an end because of his upcoming move to Texas. After the initial panic, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the sessions we’ve had together over the past six months. Wanting to do something to express my gratitude, I decided to knit him a scarf. The entire process was rife with symbolism.
When I think about how Susan would react or feel about my grief journey, I know she would be sad at how difficult it has been. She would shake her head at me, and probably also scold me at times. But with this – knitting a project to thank my therapist for his attentive ear and gentle guidance – Susan would be nothing but excited and proud. And that, to me, feels more sweet than it does bitter.