Without skipping a beat, she said “You can still give her
flowers, you know”.
“No”, I said, “how can I do that?”
“Well, she said (in the most cheerful sing songy voice she
could muster – knowing that even almost 13 years later, I can sometimes
breakdown when thinking about my mom), “you know how some people pray at
night?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Well”, she says, “You can pray to her and put the flowers
in your room and she will see them every day because she is always looking down
on you.”
“See all those beautiful clouds up there?” she continued.
“Those are the faces of all the people who have died and they are all looking
down and watching over us all.”It's moments like these that I find myself overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude. For being given the amazing gift - and often overwhelming responsibility - of a person. A person! A little, real, living, breathing, learning, loving PERSON. Wow! I don't know who/what/where God is...but I am truly honored that this higher power deemed me responsible enough to mold and rear this little life!
I don't know the answers and I don't know the reasons for so many things in life. One thing is for sure, though...that little girl of mine rocks!
