day twenty – stained glass night light and sweet dreams.

Sleepy time at my parents’ house. We’ve been spending more and more time here with my mom.
we’re having a sleep over with the girls in the children’s room.
it’s also …the  room where my dad spent the last six months of his life….
there’s a certain sadness deep within them, but somehow they feel giddy that their grandfather’s happy spirit may be lingering calling them by sweet nicknames …
my mom turned on this night light for them.
it’s quiet now…and my girls like that their grandfather slept here with the night light, too.
what ever works for them is good with me …. as long as they are able to remember him in their own way.

i hope they dream of angels. and ice cream.

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