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Capture Your Grief: Days 9 & 10

Day 9:Special Place, a place that gives you peace

Of course one special place is the girls' place at the cemetery. When I go there, I like to just be quiet and still. I like to feel the way the sun warms my skin, or the way the wind brushes against me.There is something so serene about being there.

Relating to that, another special place is anywhere outside under a beautiful sky. I find myself looking to the sky a lot more in the last 7 months. It makes me feel closest to my girls. To quote Train, "When I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me, and you make everything alright."
This is a shot I got while waiting in line at the gas station.
My bed is another special place. It is here where I have cried most of my tears, alone and with Marty. It is where I have said the most prayers. It is where I can escape in my dreams.

Day 10: Symbol

Owls are the things that remind me of my girls. I had been looking at owl things for their nursery. I first used the owl on their "birth announcement". It really isn't an announcement, but I created them for their scrapbook. 




In the months that followed, I have collected a few more owls. Okay, maybe more than a few. 
The two owls sit on my desk at work next to my computer monitor.
The one on the right was colored by my best friend's four year old.

This art is on a wall in office at work.

These are my owls from Owl Love You Forever.

These owl earrings (and the pink ones) were given to me by my best friend
and boss on the 2 month anniversary of the girls.

I think this little owl is from Target.

If you look in the upper left of this picture, you can see two owls that sit
on our mantle.

This owl necklace was a gift from a friend.
The two little owls sit with the plaque my mother in law
gave me in memory of the girls.


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  1. Isn't it crazy how a beautiful sky means so much more than it used to? I Love all the owls! :)

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