One Year

Minutes

Hours

Days

Weeks

One year.

To some extent, it feels arbitrary. We’ve already had 364 tear-stained days. Why does 365 hurt more?

It’s the memories.

The missing.

Getting through firsts.

The sad realization that this one year is indicative of the rest of our lives.

I think it’d be easier to stay curled up in bed today.

Instead, I’m going to hug my boys, my husband, my family.

I want to share her love today. To remember her. To honor her.

She was light.

She is light.

She will always be light.

4 thoughts on “One Year”

  1. We are there with you remembering, mourning, celebrating, baking chocolate chip cookies for all the neighbor friends so we can help them remember her light!

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  2. Been thinking of your family today. What a precious girl! That face! That smile! That Hair! That personality coming throught he picture! Remembering Rory today and always. Your beautiful baby girl. Sending so many hugs to you.

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