This is part of The Story of Hanna. Please see the tab of the same name for the story in its entirety. The prior post can be found here.
January 6, 2016
The past few months have been a real grind. Today started as a grainy blur. But it got better.
I heard from Torsten today. He is Hanna’s brother. He is a brother of my heart, if not of my blood.
It’s been nearly five years now, and I’ve had not a word from Hanna. Her family has heard little more than I.
Torsten wished me a Happy New Year. He wanted me to know that he and Sophia are expecting a baby girl in May.
He still loves me, and he’s glad I’m in his life.
As I nudged down the road this evening, on the way to my daughter’s orchestra practice, I was suffused with joy, traffic be damned. In the car with me were two of my best girls. I sipped my milky-sweet Earl Grey and savored a cookie baked by my mother’s aging hands. A handmade scarf, the Christmas creation of a beloved niece, encircled me with love.
All will come right. In time. In mysterious unfolding. In winding wending waiting. All is coming right.
I’m going to be an auntie. Or maybe a grandma.
I hope I still remember how to crochet animal hats.
*Ira Rott’s patterns are awesome. Please visit her page here.