It has been a long day. I am in my own bed for the first time since last Sunday night. It is not as bad as I feared. I am comforted more than hurt by Faiths things around me. I still find myself thinking she is simply playing downstairs and will be coming up to me any minute. Then I remember. I can only imagine that this is but a tiny fragment of the pain other parents have faced in the wake of violence that has taken their children. I am comforted, even blessed that Faith knew no pain, and no fear, neither in this life, nor in her death. I am so thankful for very moment I had with her snuggled up next to me. Thank you all for staying with me. I know you have lives. It is a busy and joyous time. I can only do this by feeding off the strength I feel all around me. I am so glad to know that Faith has touched so many hearts. I hope and pray that she has not finished that work. God is touching hearts and minds through her life and memory, including mine, at the best time of year for miracles. I want to be angry. I want to be bitter. But I cannot seem to stay that way. Hope floats. Love never fails. And Faith can move mountains.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 08:06:02 +0000
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