A wonderful cross stitch story.

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Last year in early part of the year, I went to Michaels to get some floss. While I was in the aisle an elderly gentleman was looking at the large Dimensions kits. I smiled at him and thought he must be getting a kit for a daughter or wife. I was getting ready to leave and I commented on the picture of the kit he had in his hand how beautiful of a pattern it was. He turned to me and asked me if I could show him where to find the count for the cloth. I took the kit and showed him so he would be able to look for it on the kits there. I told him that whoever he was buying this kit for that the one he held in his hand was rather more of a expert piece to do. I said it had a lot of specialty stitches etc. He looked at me and said well let me tell you a story. My wife passed away when I was 85. I am 92 now. When she passed away she had a craft room that I never entered. I always considered that room to be hers. He said he knew she did cross stitch but did not know what happened to the pieces. When she passed away and time came for him to give up some of her belongings, he walked in the room and was surrounded by half finished pieces. He called his daughter and asked her to come over the next day to help him box these up and also to ask who he would give them to. When he got off the phone, there was a piece laying in his wife's chair. He said it was probably the last piece she was working on. He sat down and was admiring the stitches and the pattern and picture of it. He said he finally picked up the needle and just started teaching himself how to do it. He told me he never goes over 10 squares out and 10 squares down. He said you would never want to look at the backside of the work, but that he decided to finish these so he could give them to the children and grandchildren she had so dearly loved. Here this blessed man was standing in Michaels in Florida all the way from Canada and I got blessed to hear this story. So he had finished her kits, and now he was turning his attention to a piece he could completely start and finish himself at 92 years old. I find that amazing. I gave him a hug and told him it was a beautiful piece to do and wished him well with the piece. So no matter how someone says they wouldn't have patience to do it or could not see. Just think this man that was 85 years old just began his journey to find cross stitch. And as he gave each piece he could proudly say him and his wife both worked on that piece for whomever in the family got it.