Grief: Part 3
The fourth sign appears
I have to share this.
It’s a few hours after lunch. A Minnesota friend I’ve known kindergarten through graduation is down here working at the Houston Rodeo, but had the day off, so I’ve been showing him my favorite places.
As we were walking out the door, I noticed a new addition to their restaurant - a group of bowls of folded up pieces of paper. The bowls had signs labeling each “Children”, “Adults”, “Teens”, “English”, and “Espanol” with one big sign above all of them.
I reached in and took a green one (of course) that was somehow calling to me.
I am loved.