Yesterday was a pretty good day. I was actually behind, on what felt like millions of things, so I was running errands in the morning, trying to catch back up. I was in a store, close to completing my shopping for the day. As a matter of fact, I had nothing left on my list, and I was heading for the checkout lines.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an end cap filled with snow globes, which I LOVE, and so I decided to make a quick detour.
Suddenly, I realized someone was talking to me. When I looked up, it was one of my cousins (okay, so she's actually my husband's cousin....okay, 2nd cousin....).
I was so pleased to see her. We had ran into each other a few times before that, but we never really had a chance to talk, and while I was busy (and so was she), we ended up engaged in a conversation that was close to an hour long. It was wonderful. We had an open dialogue about how things were/are going for me, and, though people were wandering around the aisles surrounding us, it was such a comfortable time.
She mentioned that she wasn't sure what to say to me, and I told her that most of the time I don't even know. I don't know what to say to others who have lost children or go through any kind of tragedy. I wish I had something profound to tell them....some morsel of hope to give them....but, at the end of the day, I'm just like everyone else and I don't know what to say....
So I told her that the most important thing for me is to be able to talk about Catelyn. I want to remember her. I want to share the stories that I have, and I want to hear the stories and perspectives of others. I want to see her pictures and hear her voice (though that's usually just reserved for videos). I will never forget that she died, but I definitely want to remember that she lived.
We both mentioned that we were glad to have run into each other, and that we both felt it was meant to be....then we parted ways. Well, we must've been through the checkout lines at about the same time, because the next thing I knew, we were both heading to our cars....which were parked just one spot away from each other.
It wasn't until later that I remembered that I really hadn't even intended to go down that aisle in the first place, but I was distracted by my love of snow globes.
Yes, I do believe that our brief reunion was meant to be.