As many of you know, our family recently experienced unfathomable loss. Our eldest, Emma, has gotten her wings. She was our angel that was not supposed to be. She left us with almost 19 years of wonderful, special memories which are helping us heal, slowly. The grieving process is a strange experience...Hibernating has helped somewhat, family and friends has helped immeasurably, but the memories of her in every room of the house, or driving by a babies r us, where I used to buy her favorite bibs, the gift baskets that still come a month after her passing, everyday little routines like packing my youngest daughters lunch, send me running back to the safety of my bed, under the covers, or worse, reduce me to a blubbering mess on line in Cosco. I know. Life goes on. I know. I have two younger children to take care of. I know. Shes looking down, dancing and scolding me for crying, telling me shes happy and ok. I know. I know. I know. In the battle between the mind and the heart...the heart always seems to win, in my case. And thats ok. Because Emma was all heart, pure and unwavering in its love. So Ill cry in public, and I may explain, or not. But for now, I know on a deeper level that I have to return to the world, to the living, the loving world that Emma left for us, because thats what she would have wanted.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 00:17:45 +0000
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