Light and Love

My daughter shoved her finger at a photo of my mom. “Gigi is up,” she asserted, a story I hadn’t told her.

My mom’s voice echoed, believe in miracles.

That night, darkness unfolded from dusk and I saw her shining among stars.

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4 thoughts on “Light and Love

  1. I could hear that sweet little voice 🙂 Gigi is up.

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  2. Beautiful! And feels almost real. I can imagine Reagan doing that. ❤

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    1. Both of them actually did it. Years apart. Reagan didn’t point at a picture though – that was Ashlyn.

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  3. This piece really touched me.

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