We said goodbye to Emily on Wednesday.
Our home, and lives, seem much quieter now, and although most of what would have reminded us of Emily went with her, I will find a random hair clippy on the floor, or a shirt that never quite made it in with her stuff, and I pause for a moment. I keep thinking that I have to go wake her up, or fix her lunch, or that I need to turn up the radio because she loves that song. But when I turn around in the car, she’s not there.
I don’t cry like I thought I would. I guess I did all of that in the weeks leading up to her leaving us. But I thought I’d grieve and grieve after she left. Yet for some reason we’ve been given a lot of grace and peace and know that this is what is best for Emily because God said it was best for Emily, and for us...Read More