Purple For Maddie.

I have been trying to figure out what to write about the devastating loss of Madeline Spohr for almost two weeks. A few days ago, her incredibly brave Mom, Heather, blogged about picking up Maddie's urn, and I cried. Her loving Father Mike posted a poem, along with a tribute, and I cried again. I have felt that anything I write will be woefully inadequate, because even with the world's arms wrapped around them, nothing will heal Heather and Mike's broken hearts. Nothing will bring their Maddie back to them.

As I got Cameron dressed this morning, I pulled out some random clothes for her, not really paying attention. It wasn't until we came back from our walk that I realized I had dressed her all in purple. Purple for Maddie. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I knew then that it didn't matter that I hadn't figured out the perfect, eloquent words I had been searching for to pay tribute to this beautiful, smart little girl.

There are no perfect words, there never will be. But I am proud to be one voice in a sea of blogs showing their support for Heather and Mike. There are many ways you can support them, be it directly or indirectly. I hope you will join me in sending healing, purple vibes westward to California. And every time you wear purple, remember their daughter Madeline, and her impish grin.