Blue Trigangles and Other Unexpected Reminders

When I'm driving around, watching TV, or listening to the radio - BOOP! 

A memory is triggered because of something seen or heard.

My 'Kim' Mug with a pine cone painted on it - BOOP!
    Trip with my mom and brother, to Estes Park in the 80's
     (you do the math on how long I've had this mug...lol)

Blue Triangles - BOOP!
     5 1/2 weeks in 2009.

The (now fixed) guardrail - BOOP!
      The spot where the oldest hydroplaned and totaled her car, fortunately not her life. 
      Also a memory I wish I could re-do every single time we pass that guardrail...sigh.
      (we'll call this a twofer, since it also represents one of my worst mom moments ever, another post in itself)

Anything to do with England - BOOP!
        My early 20's, formative years with some of my dearest friends at the time
        (one of which has stuck around all this time!)

It comes out of nowhere, eh?  Be boppin' through the day, mindin' yer own business.  

*screech of a record* 

A swirl down memory lane.  

It is a powerful moment.  

Sometimes we miss them and carry on with the day.

Sometimes they grip us and we're locked in, misremembering the things that surround the event.

Of the few I've mentioned, the most poignant is the Blue Triangles.  

Every time I drive west, I see them on the horizon, taking me back to a myriad of moments and emotions in 2009. It was a span of 5 1/2 weeks, where it was literally, life or death.  

Eventually, death.  

She would have been 14 years old on Friday, July 14th - her golden birthday (you know - where the date of your birthday is the number you turn).

Jordan Brook Fox was born with a rare, heart defect, undetected until birth.

I never heard her cry.  They delivered her, an emergency C-section after 12+ hours of excruciating labor.  The cord was cut, and there ensued a flurry of activity and decisions.  She was taken to Cook Children's where she stayed until her inevitable passing on August 21st.

Not all of those 'Blue Triangles' are laden with sadness.  Even in the midst of those few weeks, sweet memories surface.  

I recall the friends that simply sat with us in the waiting room.  

I see in my mind's eye, the oldest (at the time all of 7y old) reading to her littlest sister bedside.  

The love that surrounded us from near and far, from family and friends.  

The curious amount of Cane's chicken we ate, brought over by generous friends so we didn't have to think about dinner.  

What are your Blue Triangles?  I am curious and would like to hear.

In the meantime, 

Happy 14th Birthday Jordan.  

You are missed.  

You are loved.  

And you are remembered every time I see those Blue Triangles.

Your Mama

I remain, Humbled, Buoyed and Blessed 

And always, I invite you to take 10 minutes to

Just Be

The Texas Ginger

Bringing World Peace, One Hug At A Time