As I walked the beach yesterday, a beach not known for producing pretty seashells, my eyes kept seeing shimmers of pink. The sun would catch an ugly oyster shell and it would just shimmer and shine pink. I picked them up and prayed for princess B. My heart just had a sinking feeling. This morning when I walked the beach there were no pink seashells. When I got home I found out princess B passed away yesterday afternoon, as I was finding pink seashells.
Rest Princess B.