Belle delivered this sweetly crafted card to me the other day after school. She worked on it during an indoor recess time, as a random i love you card for Dave and I to share. The simplicity and softness of her unexpected and unprompted thoughtfulness undid me. A pop-up heart card, does every little girl eventually learn how to make these?
Surely hearts are on the brain with Valentine's day fast approaching, but the card bears no mention of it. It only reads i love you, and boasts a charming little picture of Dave and I.
Dave's grandma passed away this morning. Take-your-breath-away unexpectedly. Nate and I just visited her Thursday of last week, she was on the upswing of a full recovery from pneumonia, I shared with her the set of napkins that I was busy with. This morning, we put a letter in the mail to her. En route, and she is no longer. Like that. The brevity of life that wins at last. The broken hearts. And the one's just beginning to reach out with i love you's. The cycle of life so relentless.
I remember being told that my grandmother died from a broken heart when she passed away. I was young, but I still knew and felt it as a loss. But I think now, that it is those that are left to cope that feel the brokenness.
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