I know. Blunt. But she did. She was being treated for an upper respiratory infection and yesterday morning her lung collapsed. It was gut wrenching to watch our daughter wail and scream for Lucy to come back. So we sat down and wailed with her. Because hey. It’s okay to be sad. But I think it’s also okay to laugh about how we made her wear a pilgrim hat and play patty-paw (patty-cake) with herself.
One thing that’s always amazed me is how kids seem to see right through the veil. Almost as if they know the truth. Cali went to bed last night under a pile of Lucy’s stinky cat toys, periodically waking to sob Lucy’s name. This morning she woke up talking to Lucy as if she was sitting right beside her….just like she did every morning.
She said, “It’s school picture day. You know Lucy is laughing at me right now, right? With these braids and headband? She’s totally laughing.”
She went to school with Lucy’s nasty hug-n-kick toy tucked away in her back-pack. So I guess we’re all doing okay. It just sucks, you know?
One thing I passed on to Cali like DNA is an unencumbered love for music. Music heals. I’ve taught her that since birth. So it was no surprise when the first thing she did after hearing about Lucy was head straight to her playlists. She has an oddly eclectic musical palate for an 8 year old. She’s the one who told me about Lindsey Stirling.
So Lucy You Big Dummy (a beloved nickname). This one is for you. And me. And Cali. And Daddy.
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