Just as we let the balloons go and Nana said, "Goodbye, Lucy", the wind stopped, the rain ceased, the clouds parted, and the sun came out.
So many parallels. So much symbolism.
So hard to do.
I loved wearing her bow. I loved that a beautiful girl with a beautiful family who reads my blog approached me at the store just minutes before heading to the cemetery. She hugged me and cried with me and said sweet things to me. It made my day. She didn't feel like a stranger at all. (Tamarin...right?) I wish I could do the same with all of you.
We were blessed with peace.