It’s funny when you go to homes of friends how many put photographs on their fridges with all those bright and shiny magnets. I have pictures on my fridge too. Actually, many of them. Maybe that’s why I like having a black fridge. The pictures seem to show up more for me. I know the white snowflakes I have on it really show up.
I have had the same pictures on my fridge for a few years. I just sometimes add different ones. Tonight (just now) I was looking through them again. This one I have looked at a zillion times. It affected me differently tonight. It was the awful feeling that my two kids will never share what they did in this picture again…ever!! That makes me sad. Life (and death) changes us. Our thoughts. Our views. Our hopes.
I was at a wedding yesterday. It was an absolutely beautiful ceremony and reception. The bride and groom were married on what would have been the 45th wedding anniversary of his parents. Unfortunately, his father took ill last year and passed away. But they will always have the date to remember and the memories.
As for me, I will never see my daughter get married. Amanda always talked about what her wedding dress would look like. Especially when we drove past the wedding stores in New Westminster. And she wanted two kids. A boy and a girl. She even had the names picked out. Unfortunately, the systems failed when she needed lots of help to get better.
And for those that blame Amanda for her own death due to some poor choices … the sun doesn’t shine where???