Enjoy remembering, in spite of it all

My daughter N (now amazingly, miraculously 4) was out on the back porch, blowing bubbles.

She said to me: "This makes me remember Grace."

"Why?"

"Because they go into the air."

Maybe because of the wind? Maybe because we let the balloons go at the cemetery? Whatever the reason, it's an incredibly precious thing to share with someone else.