Kiddo#2 received her First Holy Communion, and I am obligated by the Maternal Convention of 2004 to post pictures on the weblog. You are similarly obligated to post comments about how cute she is.
We bought the dress last May, when I ended up at Sears for something else and passed the “SUPER FINAL CLEARANCE” rack on which were ten FHC gowns. I picked out the two that were one size up from her current size and said, “Pick one.” She picked one. I bought it. This year, it fit. It’s a single-use gown and thanks to the magic of the end-of-season sale, we paid a single-use price.
Shortly after we moved to Angelborough, Kiddo#2 sat on her bed crying. She said, “We’ve moved away from Emily’s grave.”
As well as from everything else she ever knew, but I guess it was easier to voice that maybe Emily missed us than to tell me what she missed. I held her while she cried.
I was kind of desperate for a way to comfort her, and I don’t know how we got to it, but I pointed out her FHC dress and said, “Since we got it this year, and Emily would have received her FHC this year, maybe this was exactly the same dress she would have gotten! Only because she wasn’t here, no one bought it, so it stayed around for you.”
Kiddo#2 perked right up. And then she pointed out that the dress had a giant rose on the waist-line (which I hadn’t previously noticed.) She said that was for Emily, since her full name is Emily Rose.
There’s a hole in our family. Sometimes we feel it more than others. Sometimes I know we have a saint, innocent before God, praying for us. But sometimes I wish she were here anyhow, able to pass on her dress to her sister the way sisters should.