The Ghosts

Last year (2024), my dad went from palliative care to hospice due to the original throat cancer spreading to his stomach and then his colon.

As the reality of my dad’s mortality closed in on me, I began crocheting little ghosts. They became a small army, each mildly different with. no forethought given to colors or size. When he passed on March 2nd, I didn’t crochet another ghost.

I did, however, bring the ghosts to the Moonlight Market in October (the previous year my dad had stopped by, this was the first time he’d ever seen my art in action) and the first ghost sold was to a little girl who named it Bob.

My dad’s name is Bob.