Pancakes for supper.
Mike made letter pancakes for everyone.
I went to the stove when he was done and silent tears slipped down my cheeks.
There was no letter E.
It's not that Mike didn't make a letter E for the little girl we miss so much it's that the little girl isn't here to have her letter E.
Vincent (4) saw my tears and told me that the last pancake was for Eva.
He was making a sheep for Eva.
We put it on a pink plate for Eva. And now, it sits on Eva's shelf, like an offering.
We will eat it in the morning.
All the pancakes are tasteless in my mouth without the sweet little Eva that should be at the table, eating pancakes with us.
The more time that passes and the more people I have become compadres in loss with, the more I realize that the simple fact that healthy children exist at all is a pure and simple miracle. The fact that three of the world's healthy children are, for now, mine, is even more of a miracle.
I'm so sorry, Em, and I wish Eva was here today to enjoy an "E" pancake.
ReplyDeleteVincent sounds like a very sweet boy, and I think it's lovely that you all made an offering for Eva. Sending love to you, my friend. xoxo
Oh this is just one of those bazillion triggers. The one where you wish there was a "E" pancake in the pan, and even more the one where you wish there was a little girl, your little girl whose name starts with "E" there to enjoy it. Sending love.
ReplyDeleteThanks Missing Molly. Vincent is a very sweet boy and all Eva's brothers miss her alot.
ReplyDeletewishing your little girl was here today as well! Praying for you guys still!
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