184: 89

The theme for a photo of the week I sometimes participate in is “miniature,” and I thought this fit although I’m not sure if I’ll actually submit it. I love this little thing, although I grieve every time I think of how it came into my possession. A few springs ago–four to be exact–Firefly’s second cousin was killed in a train/car collision, along with another little girl. They were both just five years old. He had a collection of little cars, and at their funeral his parents–Firefly’s cousin and her husband–had everyone pick one to take home with them to remember him by. Mine was picked for me by his brother. It lives on my desk:

This is what I wrote in my old blog after we returned home from the funeral:

five years, three months, four days

caskets
should not come
in sizes so small,
and they should never
come in pairs.
and the awful truth is
i know that they come
in sizes
smaller
still.

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1 Response to “184: 89”


  1. 1 alison September 28, 2010 at 8:40 am

    Oh…as the mother of children who own many many many cars that look very similar to this, your story brought tears to my eyes immediately.


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