I grabbed my son and took him to the bathroom to clean him up and my husband started scrubbing those bright blue stains on our carpet.”
Heather’s feelings of annoyance and fury would always resurface whenever she saw the stain on the fresh new carpet. All the wonderful times
she had with her sons were symbolized by the stain until the day it was finally removed. The youngster who spilled blue paint on the carpet was diagnosed
with cancer a month later, and he died two years later, leaving the stain as a memento of their time together.
“It was still there . . . and now . . . it was a constant reminder of my son. It was a constant reminder of my frustration over something so trivial . . .
something so unimportant in the scheme of life. That blue stain was a constant reminder that life is messy, but that’s what makes it worth living.
