Grace continues to amaze me in her memory and/or willingness to remember my mom. For those of you that know G, are already aware of her, ahem, inability to see the big picture.... But today, 2 days before Christmas, she feels the need to tell Sydney about my mom.
"Cici is dead, " to which Sydney replies, "oh (pondering)..., sissy dead."
After a lot of, "no, cici, not sissy" talk, Grace goes on to tell her that it is okay that she is dead because she still lives in "here" and points to her chest.
*Insert me DYING*
I shit you not. I have never told her that. I'm sure someone has, but nonetheless, it is strange to hear my six year old say these words.
We then go downstairs and Grace tells me that she is going to draw a beautiful picture for Cici. For Christmas. Because it was her favorite holiday.
She's trying to kill me.
How does she remember this? It may be because we still talk about her (at least Wade, my brother and I) and she has simply heard it from our mouths. Who knows? It still breaks my heart.
And makes me proud.