I’ve become quite clingy. There are things in my life that I just to to hold onto for dear life now.
If I were to say my faith hasn’t stumbled, that would be a lie.
How could I not question? My daughter is gone. For the rest of my life.
But at times when the questions become overwhelming, I hold onto the things I know.
I don’t understand why Rory isn’t here. It’s not fair! It isn’t!
I cling to my faith that I’m going to see her again.
Life sucks! It’s so hard living without her.
I cling to my faith that I’m not going through this alone, that I have a loving brother, Jesus Christ, who knows my pain.
I understand that I won’t have all the answers.
The best I can do is hold on to those I love, trust in what I believe, and share as much love as I possibly can.
It’s not the life I thought I’d have but it’s the life I’m living.
And I believe Rory’s going to be right by my side.