Over the years after my mom died, I started knitting sweaters and vests for my dad.
When we cleaned out his apartment, I made sure to search the bureau drawers and under-bed boxes to gather them up. There were 9 in all, more than I remembered, averaging a sweater or vest every other year.
Native American Aran, December 2005
As I've mentioned, my dad was always appreciative of anything I knit for him. He was really the only male I made sweaters for, the other men in my family being more the tee shirt type. And Dad being on the small-average side meant the projects went fairly quickly so I didn't lapse into boredom.
Dylan Goes Electric, August 2006
As he aged and mobility became more difficult, he packed away the pullovers. His most frequently worn items were the front opening vests. Now I know why front opening sweaters and vests are called Grampa sweaters.
Stonewalls Vest, December 2006
They are now waiting to be washed and reblocked. I do plan to wear a couple of the vests, which will be a little oversize but comfy. My brother and his son may fit some of the pullovers, but I don't think they are sweater wearers. In the meantime they'll be stashed in the attic until someone as knit-worthy as my dad claims them.
Hand in Hand Vest, August 2008
I like to think that in the 18 years when he was lonely without Mom, who taught me to knit as a child, the sweaters served as hugs and signs of love.