Everything In It's Time: Visiting the Site of My Grandchild's Death

"When does my summer vacation start?", I asked my kids the last time they were on the hunt for a babysitter.  Since the beginning of June, Papa and I have spent 31 days - I counted - taking care of the little grands, in various numbers and combinations.  A few times, we had all eight of them here together!  Needless to say, it's been a summer of noisy laughter, squishy hugs and sleepovers ... but not a very prolific summer of writing.

My summer of grandchildren was not without Kitty Rose, either.  In fact, many of the sultry, sunny days revolved around her; meeting with the publisher of 'her' book, gathering school supplies to donate in her memory to the school where she would have begun kindergarten this fall and tending to the pale pink vincas planted around her cemetery marker. 

This summer was also the time for me to make a brave request.  I asked Mandy to take me to the site on the lake where their car broke through the ice four-and-a-half years ago.  I wanted to see exactly where my granddaughter died.

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