My dad passed away one week ago. I feel his absence daily when I don't get to see him or hear his voice and know I will spend the rest of my life missing him. But, even with all the sadness that goes along with a loss, there have been moments of sheer bliss this week. Son1 and his family flew in for the services and all stayed a few days. Mama K had to fly back early for work but Son1 and The Cutest Girl in the World (also known as the granddaughter) stayed a few extra days.
Instead of grief I was surrounded by the presence of an 18 month old filled with sheer happiness and wonder. At a time when my mom, sister and I would have been feeling the most grief and sense of loss, we were being delighted by her antics and songs. I am fairly certain there is nothing in this world sweeter than a little voice singing "Twinkle, Twinkle" or "ABCD". I believe the universe often sends the right medicine at the right time and Pip was just what the doctor ordered.
p.s. Oh, and I may or may not have taught this sweet girl to jump on the bed. Hey! Someone has to, right?