Yesterday for the third time since December 14, 2012, my granddaughter Arielle celebrated her birthday without her twin. To protect her privacy, instead of a picture of her, I am posting street art I saw in Paris last time we were there. I wish I knew who the artist was, so that I could thank him or her. For the image pierced my heart.
Everytime I see my granddaughter, I am reminded of the strengths of the bond between twins. It does survive death. And it goes beyond what you and I can possibly imagine if we never had a twin. It is actually quite extraordinary. A lifelong source of inner strength. Of sorrow too of course. Still, a gift.
We flew in for the occasion and I can tell you that, despite everything, yesterday was a happy day. Arielle’s eyes were shining when we all turned in last night. Also the celebration is just beginning. Today presents are on the agenda. To start with, I think she wants to have her doll’s ears pierced, which just cracks me up. What’s next? Paw-icures for her puppies?
Noah would have turned nine. But because a lost boy armed with mass murder weapons he should never have had in his possession decided to let loose his darkest demons, he will remain six forever.
And a girl grows up twinless. Except in her heart.