Remar, summer, 2017
Julio is 50, Rebecca is 47
How were they supposed to know how quickly life could change. They had been through some gloriously boring times in their lives and now they longed for those times. Anything to keep their mind off of her. They focused on each other,
they reached out to family,
they went new places,
made new friends,
thought about adopting again. But it wasn't enough, nothing would be enough. They had lost their daughter and finally they came to terms with it. Instead of running away, they embraced it. They embraced the days filled with sadness and were thankful for the days that only contained spots of sadness. They would always remember of course, but they still went through life.
They reopened the Toy Shoppe.
It was bigger and better,
more hand crafted items and business was doing well.
They were looking forward to becoming grandparents. It seemed ironic that Julio was turning 50, the stereotypical age of grandparents and he was about to welcome a nieto or nieta soon.
They brought gifts whenever they visited, because that's what grandparents do, especially those that get wholesale prices on toys and baby gear.
When the days were too long, and the tears too fresh
they came together
holding each other desperately into the night
and wondering if their world would ever feel whole again.