When a parent dies, a planet disappears, and the night sky will never look the same again. It doesn’t matter how grown up we are when we lose one. And when both are gone it’s as though we are permanently without a kind of roof…
from The Way the Crow Flies by Ann-Marie MacDonald
It’s ending. I only have 15 pages left. I’m really really going to miss this book. I’m really really going to miss Madeleine and Mimi and Jack and Henry. Sigh.
Fortunately, late this afternoon I heard the mailman drop something on the porch. CLUNK. I hobbled over to the window sniffing and dabbing at my bleary eyes with a tissue. CLUNK. Package #2 landing on package #1. No matter, I was in the middle of a heart wrenching conversation between Mimi and Madeleine, mail be damned! But then I crept closer…and closer… I peered through the window panes. Sharp intake of breath. Gasp! Is that… could it be… MAILART?
The book, my glasses, Kleenex – everything was carelessly tossed onto the couch. I grabbed my camera and flung the door open wide, all thoughts of M & M (poof) gone. With trembling hands I ripped open the packages and stared in wonder. I mean wouldn’t you? LOOK!
In package #1 from LISA , this beauty painted on a thick square of wood. In package #2 from MICHELLE pure 100% spraypainted goodness! Whoever said it is better to give than receive is wrong. Dead wrong. In fact, they are dirty rotten liars. It is way way way way better to receive. I am absolutely positively sure about that.