Diamonds in the Dirt

The feeling rushes over me and the tears begin to stream down my face as I watch my daughter with her shovel and pail outside digging in the sand for diamonds. This immediately makes me want to pick up the phone and call you to say hey Mom remember when we used to go across the street and pick up all the little pieces of tempered glass from the windshields of Mr. Whites cars and think we found treasures! I go to call you but remember you are no longer here with us. This is a moment that causes me pain after almost 6 months of you being gone this is one moment of many that I have just broke down with and cried my eyes out again like I did  the day you died.