“Be kind. Everyone is fighting a hard battle.”
-Marjorie Pay Hinckley-
This moment touched my heart. I had been visiting for the week while Clara’s mommy got some rest with her new baby boy. We had played for days. And talked, and painted pumpkins and fingernails and pictures. We had stamped and cut and pasted. We had played in the yard and at the park. We had watched movies and driven together to preschool. We had played dolls, store, hospital, princess and pet shop. It was time for me to go. That, of course, means nothing to a child. Clara and I must have been joined before we came to this earth. I talked a little. I hugged and whispered. I told her what I would do when I got home. Send her a little surprise. Didn’t seem to matter much. She wanted her grandma to stay. For a long time.
I couldn’t think of another thing to say. Some things just can’t be made better. So, I talked and laughed and played her games. I snapped a picture here and there of her face and her hands and her sad, little body. Oh, I love you, Clara. So much. It will be okay.
“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.”
-de La Fontaine-