I don’t think about death very often, but just like a lot of things in life, I know what I don’t want when it happens. My daughter knows I want to be cremated, and scatter my ashes somewhere beautiful. I saw this Meme the other day, and read it to her. Now she has added glitter to that list.
When my daughter was little, she didn’t get to play with glitter. It was too messy, and it never went away completely. As she got older, we embraced the mess it made, and we’d smile when we found a piece from months ago.
We have Christmas ornaments covered in glitter, and most of my friends know when they give me something, if it’s covered in glitter, that’s even better. The other day, after practicing Yoga, I rolled up my mat to find a piece of glitter stuck to the bottom of my foot. We haven’t even had any glitter in this house, so I guess it followed us here.
My daughter texted me yesterday that Kate Spade committed suicide. I laid my phone on the table, at the luncheon, and gazed at my Kate Spade phone case purchased a couple of weeks ago. It’s a black, leather case with her name and spade embossed in gold.
She left a trail of glitter, and I hope is now on one of gold.