I picked up my habit of collecting Hummels from my German family and my mom in particular. I was able to take a few of hers home with me after she passed last month and my favorite is on the mantel.
I have been doing fairly well with her loss, but as everyone knows, the pain comes and goes.
I have taken to going out and saying goodnight to the Hummel at the mantel, something Bryan didn’t know till last night.
He has been super supportive through all this, so he went out with me.
We’re standing there in the dim light, very quiet and peaceful… and he says, “Just be sure to tell me if it ever says goodnight back.”