I really wasn’t going to touch this one. And then I couldn’t help but go back 23 years. This week’s photo is supplied by Roger Bultot. Thanks, always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly gathering. If you want to play along, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100 words.
No Longer Needed
Why did you throw out the highchair?
I didn’t throw it out, I left it on the curb for anyone to pick it up. It’s not like we need it anymore.
What if we have another baby?
What if we don’t? What if he was our one and only? I can’t walk past that thing just like I can’t leave his room the way it is. I’m turning it into a reading room.
I get it and I’ll help you. … Do you think one day we can try for a family again?
Yes. When my heart doesn’t hurt so much.
Oh, our stories are eerily similar this week. Mine’s fictional though. I’m sorry you had to go through that.
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That’s what I said! I’m not surprised, given the picture.
No worries. I’m a tough broad…😉
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I was agreeing. I know you’re a “tough broad.” Still…
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Hahaha! I know you were. Oh you do, eh?
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It didn’t take long to figure that one out.
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Haha! Guess I don’t bother to hide it 😉
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Q
So sad, but it was the right thing to do. To give it to someone is to pass along the memory, and that tiny little footprint . . it gets bigger and mightier with every life it touches. And we both know how very many lives he has touched.
Love and peace.
B
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B,
That’s how I feel. It does get bigger and he touched so many. Still does (kinda like his father and grandfather…)
Love, peace and cherishing the memories,
Q
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I see that, and I’ve heard so many beautiful stories about the man.
Yes and yes and yes to all of those things.
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And I love that you love reading about them.
And then some.
MWAH!
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