07feb15_egg Last week was hard, no question. Lots of grief from places I never would have imagined.

On Wednesday we lost power and the sound of everything shutting off woke me up. It was 5:15 AM. I got up, put a fire on, lit some candles, and sat with our little dog Ozzy on the couch. One of the candles sits in our front window – a special candle for Rehtaeh to find her way home. We fell asleep, me and puggy (Krista was in Toronto). About an hour later I heard glass breaking and found Rehtaeh’s candle broken. I think the glass shattered from the heat.

When the power came back on I began to search for another votive candle holder to replace it with. I found a small one on our fireplace mantle that I thought would work until I can buy a better one. When I picked it up I noticed the candle was sitting on top of something. It was an Easter egg.

I used to hide them all over the house for Rehtaeh to find and always counted the number so none were lost. One year, I think the last year we did this, she couldn’t find one egg. I forgot where I put them all so was no help. She asked in the following months if we ever found that egg. And last Wednesday there it was.

A purple chocolate egg, hidden in a place I won’t notice until I needed to hear from her again.

She was always so thoughtful like that. I put the egg on her table in the living room right beside her Cozumel turtle and glasses.

For a brief moment she was still here and I was allowed to feel her touch, see her smile, and hear her voice.

She let me know she’s okay. Always so thoughtful.