Long story short. Mariah was a frequent visitor in Scott Valley as a child. Although she never lived in this majestic place we all home, Mariah loves Scott Valley. She was basically raised along side of our boys, just part of the crew. I'll never forget one of the times she was at our house. She was a bit older and her visits were fewer and further between. I had to go to the store. No one wanted to travel the 4.5 miles with me so I went alone. The memory is when I got home. I walked in the kitchen to put away the groceries I had just purchased and heard the low hum of the dishwasher. Someone had started the dishwasher while I was gone. Yep. You guessed it. It was my "cutsie girl".
When tragedy struck the heart of Scott Valley, Mariah brought her family and came to a place where happy memories abound. To be near. Her family, so important. Through the loss and pain, there was comfort. The morning Michael, Mariah and Emma headed to the airport, leaving their blessed family, I got up early, and did what every Auntie does. I made coffee. I couldn't tell you what all was sent with my people on that dark morning, so early, but I do know it was a labor of love. Wait! Wait! Emma left her hat. Aaaahhhh...Emma left her hat. Made this Auntie smile and bow her head in thankfulness. She'll be back.
The picture of the dog wearing Emma's sunglasses told me that her glasses were left behind, at Grammy's. Left at a place where this little girl has such sweet, special ties. Left at a place where the memories are forming and the heart is growing attached. Left at a place she feels nurtured, loved and safe. Left to return to.
Mariah always left something in Scott Valley. Something to return to. Generational. Don't worry Grammy, she'll be back!
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