Several months ago I started attending a local knitting group, Lincoln Knitters. We meet at a local coffee shop two times a month. The very first time I went, there was just one other knitter that was able to attend that day. Patsy. She was a woman in her late 60's but we found we had so much in common. I felt grateful that we were the only two there. We were able to get to know each other better. We talked about work, families, and of course, knitting. Her grandaughter is the same age as my own Big Apple (and was also adopted). When I came home that day I told my husband that I had a great time and made a new friend.
A couple of weeks ago, I sent her an email to invite her to movie night at my church. I was surprised when I didn't get a response because she has always been so good about replying. I figured that she was out of town or something. The next week, I found out that she had a heart attack. Her reply was something like, "Sorry. I had a heart attack that day. I'm okay. I'll see you at the next knitting group.". Today is our next meetup. Her obituary was in today's paper. She passed away on Wednesday. I'm so shocked. We were planning a trip to Omaha to go to some yarn shops this month. I was supposed to see her today. I'm going to try and arrange for a babysitter so I can go to her funeral on Monday. Even though I only knew her for a while, we really were kindred spirits. I'll miss you, Patsy!