The moments we never expect

Someone I barely know told me this morning that her husband died of leukemia two years ago.

So I opened up some more, and listened. And she knew all about the last months of Frank's life, because we had been so public about his illness from the start.

She shared that she had known Frank a little before his illness, too. She had been part of a knitting group, and the other women had talked about Frank's pattern for double-knit mittens. So she approached Frank, and very freely, Frank gave her the pattern, too.

That was Frank. He loved to knit for others, and he loved to share his patterns with others. It was unexpected this morning, then, that someone else I barely knew could remind me of something so wonderful about Frank.