Knitting away grief.
Click click click. That's the sound of my needles.
Knitting has always been a comfort and I'm happy that didn't changed. While I was afraid I would never touched any yarn or needles again I picked it up quite quickly. I wanted to finish the clothes I made for her. If I would unravel them, I would unravel all my memories of her. So I picked up one project after the other and with each stitch there where tears, knowing she would never wear the things I worked on for so long.
I kept on knitting and still am, in quite an obsessive behavior. Because it keeps my mind still when wondering too much but also let's me think when I want to. It works like a band aid that you put over a wound. It soothes me and takes away the pain, even if it's just a little bit.