Sydney's Dolls

At my sister Barbara's memorial service, my youngest grandchild, my sweet little Sydney Elizabeth, just under three years old, wandered over to me and wanted to be picked up. I held her, and after a while, sat down with her in my lap, where she was a great comfort to me through nearly the whole service.

At the funeral home before the service, and at her cousin Tisho's house afterward, she played with Barbara's daughters, Madison (12) and Elizabeth (7).

Now Sydney informs her mother that the two dolls she carries around everywhere, which up to now had been simply, "my babies," suddenly have names: they are "Maddy" and "Lizzie" and she is their mommy.

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