Sadness again upon going to the Tannery, the memorial for Madyson beginning to thin out a little: plants removed, candles slowly being taken away. Thistle today looked at the pile of toys heaped near the cafe; she did not ask what they were for.
When Madyson was still missing, but not yet found, Thistle and I did our very favorite summertime activity: we went to the beach. I tried to keep the news of the missing girl away from Thistle, but unfortunately, there were missing posters everywhere, and she can read. I explained to her that the little girl had just perhaps gone off to play
No comments:
Post a Comment