I see them at the park, playing with younger kids, helping them up the stairs and down the slides, stopping them from falling or jumping off something that is too high. I see them getting mani-pedis on a girls date with their mom. They're at the store, shopping for cute clothes, or helping wrangle younger siblings.
I see them and a part of me falls apart.
I follow a very popular mommy blogger's instagram. She has a little redheaded girl. Her daughter is close to the age Ethne was when we lost her. I may have to unfollow her instagram. Each picture tugs at my heart, reveals a new crack, or reopens one that has at least scabbed some.

Part of dealing with grief is learning to live with this jealousy. Learning to look at these little girls and realize that they are not mine, and that they aren't causing this torment on purpose, or really at all. It isn't their fault that they remind me of Ethne, or that this reminder makes me miss her even more.
I love little red headed girls, even if they do make me cry. So if you see me turn away from your red head, don't take it personally, just know that it's part of me dealing with my grief.
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