They’re pressed in many books I have no intention of ever discarding. Given to me on such a regular basis, I took for granted their rarity.
She’d tip-toe through my yard as if walking a tight-rope, even though the yard was nothing but weeds and rocks. She’d bend in half like a ballerina and go right to them, they must have been whispering her name.
She’s been gone almost fifteen months now, but I still see her petite frame walking towards me, her small arm extended, her thin hand bent slightly, and between her long fingers–another four leaf clover for me, “Look! A ‘prise!” she’d sing. Never a “suprise” always a ‘prise. Always.
The odds of finding a 4-Leaf clover is estimated at 10,000 to 1.
And the odds of having such a best friend? There aren’t enough stars in the sky. Love you Jill.
Another beautiful memorial to someone I look forward to meeting at the resurrection.
What a beautiful post!
I did go and read your January post too. Sorry about your loss. It is interesing the things that bring back wonderful memories of people missed!
((((((Michelle)))))))
some wounds will never fully heal
Wow, Michelle that was so beautifully written. What an awesomec way to remember her.