I’ve been having Rory memories pop into my mind the past week. I laugh and smile thinking of her. Then I cry. Well, bawl.
I’m happy to share one.
I was thinking about Rory’s funny toes.
They were zany, just like her.
Her toes were completely uneven.
I remember playing with them when I nursed her.
I always wondered if her toes will flatten out when she started walking.
Then my thoughts went to the last time I held her feet in my hands.
Within the hour of her dying.
I rubbed her feet as she watched Angry Birds on TV.
I held onto them.
I miss those crooked toes.
They were attached to one of the most precious human beings I had the privilege to hold in my arms.