That week was busy.
It was one of those weeks where time flashes before your eyes and you wind up having too few hours in the day. But I still found time to visit the grave of Aurora Bloom. A woman I'd never met but who had undoubtedly influenced the journey of my life. I didn't know whether without her, I'd have Sydney in my life, and I found myself talking to her with the openness I had shared with Maryam Karimi. And that I now extended to my kids, and to Sydney herself. I sat beside her gravestone, noting the little folded pieces of confetti that had blown back here in the wind. Sydney loved her box, and though I hadn't seen her as much as I wanted to in the past few days, I knew she had been here. I knew the box I'd gifted her, meant the world to her.
I knew she thought of me as ofte
