Gigi's Journal - April 27, 2011 @ 3:49 AM
Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I took this picture today when Chris and I were out driving around Cincinnati. The rain stopped for a couple of hours and we went to Urban Outfitters to return some shoes and spent more money. Shopping can be therapeutic. Well, it will be for Josh R. and Luke P. - I bought them a little gift.
Chris also humored me by stopping at various buildings and interesting sites of photographic interest to me. These steps remind me of life. You can see the first step clearly but if you look too far ahead it can be deceiving. Almost like the steps become more narrow. They don't. But if you keep looking too far ahead you might believe that. One step at a time.
While we were out today, we both had the same thought about Emerson. The thought was that we would never wonder what Emerson would look like. Lennon is her identical twin! Lennon would always carry a part of Emerson with her. I know that seems silly but sometimes we cling to anything so we don't forget.
My grandmother died 20 years ago this April. The Christmas before she died I went to visit with her. As almost an afterthought she handed me a bottle of Lavender Foaming Bath Bubbles. Not an expensive gift, likely something she purchased from the Dollar Store. The day she died I grabbed the bottle from out of the bathroom, its label worn from the water and 3/4's the contents consumed by my tub. I still have that bottle of used bubble bath. Why??? Maybe I'm borderline hoarder or maybe I'm too sentimental or maybe both. It's my reminder of her. I probably kept it because I was afraid I would forget her. Logically, I could never forget her. Fearfully, I felt I might. The bottle is kept safe and reminds me of the last time I saw her.