As Connor and I sat idling in the loop line at school this morning, the stickers on the vehicle next to me caught my attention.
I couldn’t quite make out the dates, but it looked like this woman’s sister passed just a couple years ago.
Normally, an SUV bedecked with a memorial would stoke my empathy and curiosity, but only for a moment. Maybe it was because I sat there behind this Lexus for a good five minutes before the school began letting kids in, but something about this memorial just got me right in the feels. I think it was the added touch of the customized license plate that finally did it for me.
Sometimes rear-window memorials seem overdone or gaudy, but this just struck me as… genuine?
After we all drove around to the side entrance and I waited my turn to pull forward, I watched the kids climb out of their Mom’s car.
Sorry about your Aunt Jessica.