Pieces

When you lose someone you love.

Someone you deeply cherish. 

You covet the little pieces of their lives that they have left behind. 

The sweet memories. 

A handwritten note. 

A precious gift. 

All of these are treasures. 

These are bitter but mostly sweet. 

For you are sharply aware of the magnitude of the pain of their loss.

But remembering their love outweighs the sadness of that moment. 

How sad it would be.

Tragic in fact. 

To live life beyond them.

Without these messages of love from them. 

My precious girt has outgrown a gift from her papa who passed last March. 

But before we parted with it we spotted a special little addition he had added when he gifted it to her. 

A "spoiled" license plate. 

And he was one of her biggest spoilers. 

It was fun to remember how he used to love on her so.