When I buy new toothbrushes for me and Kirby, I always buy a pink one and a blue one. That way all the confusion is cleared up and I don't have to say, yours is the red one and mine is the green one. Then a few months later, yours is purple and mine is yellow. I try to keep it simple, pink for the girl and blue for the boy.
During the day its easy to think that Kirby is at work, I go about my day and don't think much about him being really gone. But then I go to brush my teeth and there in the cup is the lone pink toothbrush. No blue one in sight. I am reminded of how he isn't just at work, he's really far away and will be for a long time. Long enough that he needed to take his toothbrush with him. I never realized how comforting seeing those two toothbrushes together was. And how hard it would be to see his missing. Weird how a toothbrush could be a metaphor for life, but here I am, a little pink toothbrush with no blue one to keep me company in the cup.
On a slightly less deep note, I'm sort of surprised he even took his toothbrush with him. He has notoriously bad brushing habits. But I love him anyway:)
* I know I have terrible grammar and punctuation, but I think my spelling is pretty good! Worrying about comma splices really dampens the creative juices. -gina