I don't speak of Taylor often or very openly. But during my last visit with the family, my god daughter was sitting on my lap when she noticed I was wearing a necklace and a ring with the same stone on them.
"Is that your birthstone?" She asked.
"No, that's Taylor's birthstone."
"Who is Taylor?"
I don't know if they ever knew Taylor's name. But I was still somewhat surprised by the question.
"She was my baby."
"Oh, the one who died."
I don't know how to deal with adults, so I assumed children would be more complicated. This doesn't seem to be the case. She hugged me, looked at the ring intently for a minute and then concluded:
"It's pretty." She hugged me, hopped down, and asked if she could play on my iPad again.
I wish it was as easy with grown ups....