Tuesday, June 12, 2012
As I was shopping today, grief found me. It is interesting to me when the waves of grief decide to crash to shore. It is not always when I think it will be, and usually not at the best of times. Today as I was walking up and down aisles, a pretty little girl outfit caught my eye. It was a size 4..the size that Gracie would be in if she was still with us. As my eyes scanned to all the little shirts, and skirts and socks my heart wrenched within me. Normally when the waves of grief hit in a public place I would try to get out as quickly as I could. Today, however, I walked the girls clothing aisle and dreamed of her. What would she look like now? If only I could cuddle her in those sweet little pink pj's. Oh that lovely purple dress would look so sweet on her. I wonder if she would like purple - I wonder what her favorite color would be? I wonder if she would like clips and pony tails, or would she prefer headbands like her sister?