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| E's Ball |
I've been wavering if I should blog about this week, this day, this month.
The last few years have seem some nasty fastballs bouncing off the brain, crappily landing in my natal month, October. I try not to string them together, but it does just kind of happen.
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| We took E's Ball to the zoo on her birthday! |
It's been two years today since E, my mother-in-law, lost her fight with cancer. Or with her cancer treatment. Does that part even matter? I remember the phone call
from Scott, how initially, I didn't understand, it didn't make sense. How could this possibly have happened? Because I didn't want it to have happened. Sobbing into my pillow. Falling asleep with a small bit of peace wrapped around me. Zip forward, C (Scott's twin sis) has made (with a friend) amazing pit kiln-fired balls, with rattles and some of E's ashes. We call them E's balls, because we're juvenile like that. The one we have is so beautiful and I love how it honors her.
I miss her. I miss her knowing any children we have. I miss her calls to remind us of daylight savings time. I'm glad that I knew her, that she gave me Scott and that we'll always remember her.
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