What a strange feeling day.
My dear friend Katie lost her grandfather last night. ( hugs, hugs, hugs, honey. ) I went over as soon as her husband called and met the third member of our little trio at her door. We stayed up late, sitting on her deck, under a near full moon. It had risen huge and heavy, kind of orangey and fake-looking, like out of a movie. It hung there in the sky for a bit before moving higher, growing brighter and brighter until we felt like we were sitting under a spotlight.
And then, seemingly out of nowhere, churchbells began to sound. We have spent many, many late nights sitting on her deck, talking about life, kids, marriage, whatever, and we have never once heard churchbells. Ever. It was strange, but comforting. We decided it was a sign everything was ok.
Doesn't make it any easier though.
I stopped by a thrift store on my way home from errands this morning. I was looking for an old something with big buttons I can re-use on Fidget's new dress. Instead I found this sweet vintage sweater that reminded me of the grandmother I lost long ago before Fidget was born. She often wore a blue cardigan. Not like this one, but it was blue; I do remember that. This one is too big and I don't know if I will be able to wear it. Perhaps I was just feeling sentimental, but I couldn't pass it by.