My sister Crystal HATED pink. I have to admit that these were the only clothes that I had clean for Laila this morning and as I was getting her dressed, pink shirt, pink pants, pink onsie, on a pink blanket.... I couldn't help but think of my sister and laugh, she would have vomited. I miss her and wish that she was here to get to know her little niece. Mark and I have a friend who plays guitar with Mark and stops by all the time for a chat or with some CD we just have to listen to. He was over last week and it hit me, my sister would be older than Dave if she were still alive. She wouldn't be just my little sister, she would be an adult, a friend who stopped by just to see what was in the fridge. Time passes and eases the pain, but it sure doesn't get rid of the ache that comes when you remember little somethings about the person who is gone. I used to joke that when I had a girl I would dress her all is pink just to get Crystal riled up....well, sis, this outfit is just for you. I think Laila would agree with you, she doesn't seem too stoked to be dressed in pink either.
2 comments:
Oh how i feel your heartache. I am often reminded of my mother, which makes me sad that she's not here, but yet it also keeps her memory fresh in my mind which i am grateful for as i never want to forget anything about her. So i love that even the color pink can give you memories of your sis, and if you end up with a girly girl, you'll have lots of opportunities to tell her about her Aunt Crystal:)
I've been missing Crystal a lot lately. Sometimes it just hits me and I cry.
She'd get a kick out of the all pink. I mean, John Deere and pink has to be okay, right?
Love ya,
Bonnie
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