It's funny how many little things remind us of the ones we have lost. This morning, just like every morning, I made my 3-berry smoothie, but when I went to get a straw out of the cupboard, I purposely chose a purple one, simply because that was Patsy's favorite color. I even had a different color in my hand and then I saw the purple one...and I took that one instead. I have come to realize it's not the monumental things that remind us of them, it's those little things that just happen to show up...like a purple straw.