Memory

We were fortunate in our ability to capture so many pictures of some of our memories.  There are some that we have no physical images of though.  Like the time Daddy was changing Clara’s diaper and she sneezed, farted, and pooped at the same time.  The laugh from Daddy was hilarious.  Clara managed to shoot poop 3 feet off the changing table and onto the wall.  Even after clean up that wall saved the memory.  When we found out we were expecting and decided to repaint the baby room, the memory remained.  The stain just appeared again after the paint dried.  Each time we washed walls we talked about that memory.  It is one that Clara’s older brothers remember well too.  It was one memory that was hard to leave behind when we moved out the home we shared with her.

Today I took some time to look through the 400+ pictures we have of Clara.  Most brought back lovely memories of her beautiful smile, her cute laugh, and her love for her Daddy.  She was certainly a Daddy’s girl.  I found a couple that reminded me of things I had forgotten.  Even in such a short life there are so many memories.  I cling to them like the clothespins that hold these pictures.  Once in a while one falls but someone picks it up and shares it with me and I can add it back to the line.  Today I am grateful to get to hang a few more memories in my heart.

Do you have a memory of Clara you would like to help me hang back up? Comment with ‪#‎IRememberWhen‬ … something about the announcement, pregnancy, life, passing, or something that has been done in her memory. I will add those memories to the book I create at the end of each #CaptureYourGrief project. I will cherish the memories you share <3

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