Today marks one month since she left my arms. I would probably survive, but I know I would not be surviving very well without all of your support and prayers. I am reminded almost daily that death is a reality in this world and what I am going through is neither specific to me, nor uncommon. I recognize that, yet it feels so personal. To have each of you consistently there when I reach out whether you have known this kind of pain or not, is my blessing. You are my blessings when I cannot stroke my little girls hair or whisper silliness with her at night before we fall asleep. You all bring me comfort and even a smile at times when I realize I wont be singing made up songs about Faith or what our plans for the day may be, anymore. Thank you for holding me the way you do. You are Gods arms and as you stand nearby, I know He is with me. My pain is not unique. I look at each death I hear of so much differently now. It is a strange place to be. Im not sure if I am making sense with what I am trying to say, but thank you for being here for me and my family, as if we are unique. I am learning and growing in ways I never imagined I would have to.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 18:50:57 +0000
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