Xander has been taking a ballroom dancing class the last few months and Saturday he performed.
His class was one of the last to perform.
As the other classes performed, I just tried to stay in control.
The last recital I went to was Rory’s. She performed two Christmas numbers.
As these sweet little girls performed their little hearts out, I missed my Rory.
Then Xander got up. He pushed past his fear. He had learned a lot.
And he did an amazing job!
I was so dang proud of him.
It feels like my life will never be whole. It will always be torn.
In one moment I’m feeling happiness and pride in my son. While feeling sadness and longing for her.
I don’t know if that will change.
But I’m grateful for every memory of her.
I’m grateful for my life even though it still ends a lot with tears.