The artwork that has meant the most to me since Anja’s death is her sister’s. E has drawn picture after picture after picture of her Baby Sister. This is one from last January, right around A’s first birthday.
‘It’s Mommy and me at the Anja bench, with daffodils beside us and blue birds and the sun is setting.’
Or, this one, where E and her sister are sharing a plate of salad and broccoli. Somehow it’s that detail that breaks my heart; things that are normal for E: salad, broccoli, and a dead baby sister she never saw but loves unconditionally.