The thoughts

I have been working on Connor's room all week. I have wanted to paint it for some time, but couldn't decide how I was going to decorate it once we changed his bed.

I was just in his room taping it so I can paint sometime between today and Monday and this thought crossed my mind. "God took my baby." Where that thought came from I don't know. It hit my out of the blue. It's been more than two and a half years since Garrett passed away. And with the thought came the tears. Blue tape, bare walls, rock music, dead baby. Which doesn't belong?

How do these thoughts go through your head at such odd times?