As I’ve written before, Grace loved dragons and had many different pictures and figures of them, from stuffed toys to music boxes to decals to T-shirts. This one in the picture was designed to melt fragrant wax; there are two of them, one in the lower bathroom and one beside her desk on the little shelving unit I built for her just after the bookshelves. The bulb in the one beside her desk burned out last autumn, but because it was not in my direct line of sight I kept forgetting to buy a replacement bulb for it. Then just a few days after her passing, the one in the bathroom also burned out, and since that one doubles as a night-light it was impossible to forget for very long. So I pulled out the bulb and asked Chekhov to pick me up a package of them at Home Depot; though there was no number or the like on the bulbs, he has a good eye for that sort of thing. Paradoxically, even though I break down in tears whenever I handle her personal things (as in trying to straighten her room), I find comfort in maintaining things like these little lamps or her shillelagh as if she were still here to use them. And soon I’ll have another reminder. Grace didn’t really like taking pictures, but I coincidentally took one just two weeks before her death which is a good likeness that captured her personality. I had it printed on photo paper and it’s currently being framed; when it’s done I plan to hang it on the wall just above the place this little dragon guards. And I think that will be a comfort as well.
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Diary #768
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