Knittin' like a Motherfucker

I have knitted a lot of stuff. Like, a scarf, which I created mostly at the bedside of my dying father, sitting in ICU with a dusty rose color being rib stitched as the rows grew and our hopes dwindled.
My niece and nephew were kind enough to get me some cheerful orange and yellow yarn. Reminds me of big bird.
My niece bought me gray yarn to make her fingerless gloves and a scarf. Done with a glove, no thumb yet, and more to come.
I miss my dad.