Lady in Red

I have heard instances when a person has lost someone but thinks they see them in a crowd or picks up the phone to call, forgetting for that split second that they can't. I haven't tried to call, though there have been times I have wanted to. I did think I saw her out of the corner of my eye the other day. I was in my car, and really this woman looked nothing like her, but for a second she was all I could see...

That's not the reason I wanted to blog today(as I look at the pile on the table I am supposed to be tackling right now...) I did a craft fair on Saturday with a friend who lost her mother shortly before I did, also to ovarian cancer. I love getting together with her and know that my feelings are safe with her no matter the topic because in one way or another she knows what I am going through.

Well we were at the craft fair, where there was a table of free stuff. Vendors and shoppers could bring their used books, clothes, magazines, cards, etc to donate and recycle within the community. Great idea right! Well the second I walked over there red roses jumped out at me from underneath a few other articles of clothing, and there lay a black dress with red roses on it. Almost the same dress that my mom wore to my sister's wedding. The one dress we scoured department stores for as we planned mom's funeral and tried to pick out an appropriate dress for her. We spent hours at the mall looking for something suitable for mom to be buried in and the picture that we had in our minds was that dress. I picked it up and looked at it. I could see her in it and it was even her size. I contemplated taking it, but really, what would I have done with it? Could I have looked at it in my closet everyday and not feel a thing? I wonder who will wear that dress? I wonder if someone's mother will wear it to their wedding. I wonder if I will find that dress when I look through my mom's things on Saturday. I wonder if mom loved that dress as much as we did...