When Eva died I kept every.single.thing she ever wore. They're packed in a box but they're there...waiting...for what, I do not know. However this little pair of leather slippers I gave back to Holly. They were hers and I have many things.
Some time ago I stopped in at Holly's house. I helped her kids with their coats. I was rooting around the coat closet and I saw the little slippers on the shelf. I was surprised by their presence and I softly touched them, remembering the little feet that once wore them. I mentioned them to Holly later and she told me her sister (who recently had a baby girl) had asked to borrow them. She told her sister 'no, those are Eva's slippers'.
There are no words to describe how special it is to me that Holly keeps those slippers on the shelf, that Holly loves Eva. There are no words to say how much it means to me that I don't need to remind Holly to remember Eva. Holly knows the special dates and moments without me having to fill in the blanks. I am so grateful to have a friend like Holly who has seen me through my darkest moments.